Who’d have thought naming a new baby could be so stressful?
While a snow day means you don’t have to deal with other people’s asshole kids, it means you have to deal with your own.
After all this talk about costume accuracy, I’m confused about the guy at the table in the corner who wears a half-assed tunic and a pair of what is very clearly football shoulder pads. I’m not kidding – I can see where they say EASTON on the plastic. “Who’s that guy supposed to be?” I…… Continue Reading →