[Pictured: latergram from an especially rank bathroom in RVA after a margarita. Obviously.] There are a lot of things I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing I do know: dick and fart jokes are great. I was in a relatively stellar mood on my way into a meeting recently when the familiar ... View Post
I revealed on the C+C Facebook recently that I kind of hate the living s*$t out of this blog's name. Ha! Sorry, man. But it could not be further from my style. Not the caftan part, just the whole thing: the kind of lame-duck humor to it, the too-easy pairing, the alliteration... the family-friendly ... View Post
[Celebrating the first day in a month not spent with dirt caked under my fingernails with Raventos i Blanc pink cava.] Now that you know I've been bananas busy like my backside's on fire—so busy—I thought it'd be a good time to put a few more dirty socks on that pile and tell you about two more ... View Post
Not that I'm a pusherman, but a deal's a deal. Wish I knew about this before I bought that sexy, zip up long-sleeved bathing suit last week. I'd hope that it ends up being too small so I have to return it and reorder with the code, but that actually sounds like a bloody nightmare. So, what else ... View Post
"$1.25, Willie?" Name that reference and you get a burrito. Bonked a presentation over the bean with a rotten tangerine today. Just, BONK. (Not pictured.) Formula dressing for formula nailing. I'm getting the hang of corporate in the same way someone gets the hang of being in a foreign country ... View Post