They're just doing this to get attentionA Little Pregnant
Just to be safe, I am keeping him quarantined in a refrigerator box.
A Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down
Sticking it in a scone with jam works for us.
Ali Blah Blah
My feathery top was a pale rejoinder.
The queen of everything.
Where people who search for "anil sex" end up.
If I see you in person, I'll tell you then.
Badger Meets World
Sometimes Evil drives a minivan. And sometimes Evil is too drunk to drive.
The tortoises are going Mexican wrestling!
But you, personally, were never a monkey.
Okay, I just set fire to the house but it was on accident.
Blogging Like I've Never Blogged Before
Hey how are you it's eight o clock in the morning and I'm drinking a beer.
Only because the state of Texas says I have to.
Keeping it real. Real silly.
breed 'em and weep
I'm just taking dictation from my brain, don't kill the messenger.
You dirty bitch, I guess I'll ride you 'til you're done.
Chase me ladies, I'm in the cavalry
When finished it will contain 30,000 footnotes and weigh as much as a dog.
Choire Sicha Dot Com
It's like Christmas and birthdays and kittens all at once.
Hey, nice chowflaps you got there.
City of Bigness
My left side is hot; my right side is not.
Dad Gone Mad
This is your brain on fatherhood.
Guile does not necessarily triumph over youth.
Yes, but in a good way.
The Devastationalist Manifesto
A moment of divine inspiration. She didn't speak again for over 300 miles.
The Domesticated Shithead
I am a controversial motherfucker.
Vows to enslave all Eternia by early June.
Can't. Break. Free. Of. Her. Tractor. Beam.
Extended Cake Mix
Isn't that the best? I'm so happy!
I enjoy inventing my own baffling non-stereotypes.
It's a total goat rodeo over here.
GET WITH THE PROGRAM.
I am not a delicate flower.
Twas a rooty hoot hoot.
Monkey! Is! The! Best!
The recreational equivalent of freemasonry.
Hollywood: Where HOT Comes To Die
I have a shopping problem, have I mentioned that?
I Blame the Patriarchy
The patriarchy-blaming blog that never misses dinner.
I pretty much hate everything
I may or may not have used my baking scale to weigh my boobs.
I am also extraordinarily gifted with a butter knife.
I hate having to stab people, but sometimes you just have to.
I wish I had invented the swizzle stick.
His head explodes, that's what.
This is the kind of thing that happens when you have food freaks for parents.
Because you can never talk too much about boobs.
When being brutally honest, you should make sure that you are enjoying the honesty more than the brutality.
My God I am a magnificent napper.
Useful and decorative.
is not progressing in an orderly fashion.
The Modernity Ward
Now with both hands and a flashlight!
I don't know what I'm doing either.
Not Calm (dot com)
Four kids -- two adults -- zero peace.
When we sell the next book, we'll upgrade to Safeway brie and boxed wine.
"This can't be a dream," I thought, as I hauled myself up into the driver's seat of the fire engine.
Out of Character
L-A-Z-... ah, to hell with it. "Laz" is close enough. I'm beat.
Your hair is an outmoded roofing technology. There are peasants living in your head.
All the news that's fit to wrap your gum in.
Seriously. Don't rule anything out.
Que Sera Sera
I mean, she knew exactly where I'd dumped the body and everything!
I am still standing in the road with my feet tied firmly into my boots and my boots pressed firmly against the ground.
The opposite of suffering.
Half zine. Half blog. Half not good with fractions.
Oh how I laughed and laughed. You rascal!
State of Grace
Now, what would you like to hear about first?
The Stone's Colossal Dream
No scary reenactments of the crucifiction.
Wearing a six-month-old on your chest like a tumor.
Parenting punk rock.
Three Kid Circus
Who wants a margarita?
Today I am thinking about kissing.
Next time I need a pseudonym, I am going to be Mimsy Borogoves.
Witt and Wisdom
Let's go get drunk and rip off a ten-speed.
Yo Ho Ho