Yes, I go to a nude beach. With my boyfriend. Think what you will; I like having God gaze down upon my bare behind as I watch the waves roll in. I know He has a wide prudish streak, but if dropping my bathing suit for a day is out-of-bounds, then hell is overrun with pygmies. I … [Read more...]

Single creatures usually live lean, which means no dishwasher other than our bare hands. We are often pitied and sometimes mocked (well, maybe that’s just me and for other reasons). But I have a system for washing dishes by hand, and I want to share it with those of you who are … [Read more...]

Hey Mel. Is that your head, or were you attacked by parasitic alien honeydew melons with a high-gloss finish?" When I was a kid, I enjoyed Buddy's attacks on Mel on The Dick Van Dyke Show. My carefree laughter at poor bald Mel clearly demonstrated that I was blissfully ignorant … [Read more...]

It had been years since I stepped inside a gym. I was the proud owner of a new membership, thanks to my big mouth declaring my New Years resolution of shedding twenty pounds. Day one, I lifted a little weight, gyrated around on some sort of electric monkey bars and rode on a … [Read more...]