I just came back to the office after running a few quick errands. As I was locking my bike, a guy tapped my shoulder.
“Smokin’ Joe deVilla!” he said. “I saw you at the comedy show on Tuesday and loved your act. You’re on again soon, I hope?”
“Next month, I think,” I replied. “Thanks! Glad you like the show!”
I’m grateful for the compliment, but I hope they stop billing me with that stage name before it’s too late. After all, how long did it take for John Cougar to go back to John Mellencamp?
How did I not know about the Joe Pesci Home Alone yule log stream until now?…
I’m enjoying exotic-to-me American cuisine (being Asian, I had a mashed-potato-deprived childhood) at Christmas dinner…
As the lyrics say, all is supposed to be merry and bright during the holidays,…
It’s not just another Sunday, but the Sunday leading up to Christmas! It’s that time…
Here’s wishing Alex Bruesewitz a speedy recovery — yes, he’s behind a racist lie that endangers…