This ain’t no New York Times Sunday crossword. As if getting rid of a turkey gobbler wasn’t enough incentive: cocaine. And they misspelled buttocks (buttucks). (From One Magazine, Denver).
March 30, 2009
March 24, 2009
March 17, 2009
I love the smell of NASCAR in the morning. It smells like…victory. And burning rubber and burnt fuel.
March 14, 2009
For the kind of grownups that still need their blankey, Gummy Vitamins for Adults. Even with fiber. Oy. (Our thanks to a loyal Reading with Scissors fan for submitting this.)
March 10, 2009
“Say goodbye to sun salutations!” And say hello to hanging upside down like a side of beef. Guess it beats toilet yoga, though.