I hate dog cones. Probably not as much as dogs do, but I'm right up there with them. So imagine the fun that developed when one of our d...

There's no denying that the world has it in for "big, fat guys." The blessedly thin look down their noses with disdain at over...

Recently, my wife and I were kicking around Weston, Kansas, a quaint, small town known for wineries (yay!) and "antiquing (boo! And don...

This is getting a little old. I'd kinda think that even the MAGA crowd might be getting a little tired of it, too. Donny Trump, of cours...

It's one of those weird ol' wives' tales regarding body parts. I think. Don't hold it against me. But I went ahead and said ...

No, we're not talking a new civil war (not yet, at least; that may be coming after the upcoming 2024 election farce). But recently I hea...

...or "How I Went In For a Simple Six Month Cleaning and Ended Up With Three Not-So-Good Diagnoses, a Numb Jaw, PTDD ('Post Traumat...