I was sitting on the couch, sipping a Snapple, and watching the football game.
I looked to my right, where I could see The Devil reading the Sunday paper on his end of the couch. 597 more words
“Have you made any New Year’s resolutions?” The Devil asked as he poured my Snapple into a fancy champagne flute.
My New Year’s Eve guest had eschewed his usual impeccably tailored suit for a sharp tuxedo that made him look like Hell’s version of James Bond. 544 more words
Far too many Americans are fat and out of shape, Modern Philosophers.
Do you know who I blame for this?
Those judgmental bastards with the horrible fashion sense could have ensured that this was a nation of healthy, lean, active individuals, but they chose to go in an entirely different direction. 612 more words