You know, when it came to spouses, I think I got pretty lucky.
If I had to put up with me, I would either run for the hills, or drop a piano on my head (although where I’d get a piano, or get it airborne, is a puzzler). 602 more words
To: The marketing department for Lewis Black and his F.U.C.K.U (Frustrated Union of Cynical Kindreds Universal) Fan Club
Subject: Disappointing Results
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing — for us. 365 more words