Monthly Archives: August 2008

Picking Raspberries

This morning the missus and I went to a local farm market for their raspberry u-pick. The raspberry u-pick is much less popular than the strawberry one, but it was kinda fun all the same.
‘Picking raspberries’ is also a euphemism for rubbing one out (which is also a euphemism). In both cases, you know it’s

Sammiches

If you’re anything like me, you can’t help but snicker anytime you’re in a Subway or Quiznos and a woman asks for a 6-inch or footlong. I would have thought that eventually it would get old, or that I would mature, but so far that hasn’t been the case.

In the Country

At my fiance’s cabin this weekend, I had a dream in which I was Great Britain, and was being choked to death by Germany with a length of 2×4. She woke me as I struggled to breathe.
I’m not sure I’ll be invited back.