a26 in idea barrages

If you want to be accepted as a tree hugger, you need to immerse yourself in poplar culture.

If Kenny Loggins last word aren’t “im.. all right… don’t nobody… worry bout me…” he will have blown a once in a quadrillion joke opportunity.

I wonder if Bruno Mars called his fans “lil martians” back when he was a thing.

Your fantasycore metal band will be called GORGON LIGHTFOOT.

Up here at the edge of the Adirondacks, remember, if the news says the snow storm is going to be moderate? Like two or three inches? It means you’re either going to get nothing or get buried. It’s Schrodinger’s Forecast.

“The Friendzone” is a fake thing, but if we’re going to pretend it exists, can’t we at least go with the much cooler name “Palcatraz”?

Every death is a tragedy, of course, but it’s so weird how now every time there’s a particularly bad car wreck near anything, they want to somehow believe it’s a terrorist attack. They want to deny the awful randomness of bad luck and pretend it’s all significant. It’s so weird.

For its sufferers, herpes is a sore subject.