commented on SL Letter of the Day: Rocky Mountain Rainbows
I know nothing about football, so I called my father (who is dead) and he told me that a Rocky Mountain Rainbow is simply a tackle involving a pile of more than three men when the man on the top of the mountain happens to be a gay football player. Dad told me that this is a frequent, not rare event.
commented on Deep Prep Will Make You a Better Cook
When I lived in Texas, I thought chicken fried steak was a meal with an identity problem.
But more to the point. I know where you can get some stents to reopen your blocked coronary arteries.
commented on David Sedaris Reads 50 Shades of Grey
The content of this book and his tone of voice reminded me of the bedtime stories and rhymes my mother would tell me. She would say things like:
Jack Sprat could eat no fat
His wife could eat no lean.
But when they went to bed at night
There still was room between.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
to get her daughter a dress.
When she got there the cupboard was bare
and so was her daughter, I guess.
commented on Guns Don't Kill People, Signs Encouraging People to Use Guns to Kill People Kill People
Does anybody remember glue guns? Those were nice things for making party favors. I used to use them all the time. I made such pretty things and managed not to kill anyone. As a child, I liked squirt guns for awhile but got bored with them. So now I don't have any guns. But I do have two hammers. I use my hammers for my art projects and I haven't killed anyone with my hammers.
My favorite color is translucent.