I have no point, but I may or may not be funny sometimes regardless of what that guy with the lazy eye says, and also, where’s my taco?

I talked to my sister the other day and she was all yelling at me and screaming and throwing waffle irons and televisions and poodles and shit* because I haven’t been funny enough of late. And I was like, “Hey! Put down Fi-Fi. Did I not write about my internet lottery winnings? Did I not write about how I punish Austin by making him run around the house with a sheet over Continue Reading