Tossing out stuff that has been sitting in my closets. Tossed everything...even some memories. But not all of them.

Small changes make big differences. Here's a small change on the way too often told story of the evils of the pleasures of the flesh.

Just hit a big pothole. Hope I didn't break my Goodie-Grabber. I need one more Do-Over...right now.

There's a booger in Texas. And Burrbank is where they keep the cold, hard, cash. But Saturday nights you want to spend in Mississippi...because there's a place there called...YAZOO ! These are the musings of a slightly fermented maturity challenged mind.

There's one comforting thought when millions of us have our arms full of flu goo...there's a voodoo doll out there somewhere having a really bad day.

Those were the days. You'd put a barrel of warm milk out for your pet saber tooth tiger, and call, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Then you had to jump back pretty fast, because those guys didn't much care who they saber toothed. This time, we look back at some of the "Days"...and we're bringing some of the nights back.

You shouldn't go to bed with somebody you shouldn't go to bed with. But if you do go to bed with somebody you shouldn't go to bed with...skip the boxer shorts please.

There's hope when the dreams of the immediate future are kinder than the history of the recent past.

You can only hold your belly in for so many years. This is the story of the "R" word.

Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation has issued his first "Dirty Dog Alert." Why is "Dirty Harry" smiling when justice needs to be done ?