Monthly Archives: August 2014

Driving back from vacation

“That’s why I wanted to get out of Michigan early, because I knew as soon as we got to Ohio, I-75 was going to be a total fucking dickfest.”



“I read this thing the other day. Technically we are half Centaur.”

Passing a sign for a town called Fort Custer

“You guys want to go to Fart Cluster?”


“That happens once in a fuckin’ cheese moon!”

After pulling an all-nighter at work

“Can you bring me some clean underwear? I could use some freshies.”
And then upon me telling him I was already in the car, “that’s ok, we’ll do it tomorrow.”