I found myself wanting a motorcycle today. This may come as a shock to Mel and my dad, seeing as they’ve been trying to convince me to get one since I was 16. I think they gave up after a while, but motorcycles have always been in the family. A couple weeks ago when I …
I keep all of my email. This makes for fun trips down memory lane, like reading some flirtatious messages back and forth between myself and my good friend Andrew’s hot little sister when we were in high school. Sorry man, you can flirt with my sisters all you want. I recently found the archive button …
That is all. PS: Little hangover from my last night partying in Changsha. If I keep it up I won’t have enough PG stories to entertain Mel’s kid with. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about something boring, like email management…
I remember going to Disney World in Florida when I was a kid. I was really young, but I noticed that the signage was bilingual, like in Canada, except here it was English and Spanish. And I found that I could read the simple warnings and instructions almost fluently. Let’s try a little experiment. What …
I have a strange relationship with hangovers. On the one hand, I’m never the guy who texts all of his friends about how much his head hurts the morning after. It’s not a surprise. Your liver can only stand so much of Jack and Morgan. So there’s a specific and well-practiced series of morning-after events …