You'd think by the age of 48 I'd be mature enough to see that things like this are juvenile, childish and not appropriate. Well, guess what? I haven't! I still think whoopee cushions are one of the funniest things on the planet, right up there with wet willies, melvins and stink bombs. And I will until I'm 100 -- if I ever make it that far!This blog is more than just a journal of my crazy, meaningless and confused existence in Northern California as a writer, a comedian and just a lover of all things even remotely pleasurable. No, it is much, much more than that, my little friends. In this blog, I will tell you most of my thoughts, some of my concerns, and several of my issues and dreams -- and anyone who is even slightly interested will hopefully be intrigued enough to read this -- this -- thing I call LIFE ON THE EDGE.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Is There Anything More Fun?
You'd think by the age of 48 I'd be mature enough to see that things like this are juvenile, childish and not appropriate. Well, guess what? I haven't! I still think whoopee cushions are one of the funniest things on the planet, right up there with wet willies, melvins and stink bombs. And I will until I'm 100 -- if I ever make it that far!
Don't forget silly string, you foolish man!
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