It Rubs The Lotion on It’s Skin!

I’ve become a fan, if not of Franklin Mint Dolls, certainly of the conversations those wierdos have with each other.
I got the strangest one yet today. It took me a while but I came up with a response.
Wish I had a picture to post. Perhapse one of the zero fans of this blog could [...]

Crappage patch kid

I’ve decided that my ebay listings are too clever and pithy not to share with the whole lot of nobody who reads this site. Behold:
Cabbage Patch Kids: Cornsilk Kids Doll: Alberta Lanette
Back in the day these were fairly popular. I remember it as if it were 20 years ago. Fast forward to cleaning out [...]

Trashcan

The brain can only hold so much information. It’s like a trashcan can only be so full and no fuller or the lid won’t close and garbage will spill out onto the driveway, and then you’ll have to go out in your pajama pants on Friday morning to pick it all up before the [...]

Crime on Thurber

One of the things that I like about James Thurber is his style. He was prolific in fiction and non fiction. But the style in which he writes is so incredible (not credible) for either that it’s never apparent which is which (not knowing much of the specific time about which he was [...]

The Spanish Language

When Cybil left me she gave me a copy of Don Quixote in the original Spanish, even though as she may not have known, but certainly should have assumed, I didn’t read Spanish. She was the only woman I ever slept with whom I assumed when I met would never sleep with me. [...]