You Must Be Poor. Why? Cuz Ur

I Like Writing About The Issues We All Bump Up Against As We Get Older, But I Try To Present Them In A Fun Way.

This Is A Combo Between Taco And Burrito, Nacho!

I Completely Remember The Horror I Felt When My Pits Started Getting Hairy. I Would Walk With My Arms Pressed Against My Sides.

And When Things Start To Go Wrong, A Good Boss Doesn't Just Fire Everybody And Start Over.

Because Whipping An Atlas At Jackson's Head While He Was Flirt-touching That Frankie Girl In Geography Would Have Been Very Satisfying. And Beating Him With The Eiffel Tower Snowglobe While He Kissed Cleo In French Would Have Been Tres Cathartic. But She Hadn't. Instead She'd Been Egg-like: A Hard Shell On The Outside, And A Runny Mess On The Inside.