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THE CENTIPENIS

Friends, feel free to stop right here. Because there’s only an “um” and an “or” separating humor from horror (ok, so there are two R’s in horror–the whole thing only really works when you say it aloud–but that’s really getting way off track here. JUST CALM THE HELL DOWN). However, this is America, and you have every right to read this post and decide which this is all on your own. Or don’t. Or really don’t.

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BEFORE THE HILL

Jill and I weren’t always a couple. In fact, before 1997 we didn’t even know the other existed. As in, alive. Crazy, I know. But true. Continue reading

PARANOID PARENTING

by Jeff

When I was nine, I would go to bed with my arms folded neatly on my chest in case I died in my sleep. Continue reading

Father’s Day

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Irishish

by Jeff

The most dominant ingredient in my personal human stew is Irish. Continue reading

The Pistachio Story

Once upon a time I had time. And I wasted ALL of it. I was good at that. Continue reading