“Welcome to Domino’s, are you picking up an order?”
“Yes. The name’s ‘Nolan.'”
“‘Ballin’?’ Your name’s ‘Ballin’,’ Sir?”
Yeah, that’s right, kiddo. My name’s “BALLIN’.”
“Welcome to Domino’s, are you picking up an order?”
“Yes. The name’s ‘Nolan.'”
“‘Ballin’?’ Your name’s ‘Ballin’,’ Sir?”
Yeah, that’s right, kiddo. My name’s “BALLIN’.”
I received handheld hummingbird feeders as a gift. I’m trying to figure out if this is a joke or not before I stand in the middle of the park holding these things.
Update: my friend just told me that I could affix them to a hat. She insists that this is not a joke.

Well Hung Vineyard. For when you’re so well hung, you actually wine about it.

I’m not sure how well I’ll fit in with hippies. But if it’s one thing this world has taught me, it’s to always follow instructions when they are inscribed in colored chalk.


I ran a version of this picture a number of years ago — and ran across it again. This one’s cropped so that you can better see the little fellas.

But I think it’s about thyme.

I actually went to some trouble to get these glasses. It’s a long story that I won’t bore you with — but it involved a late night road trip with a fellow writer and seizing discount Twizzlers.


Trying to figure out if that’s a typo or some new slang or what.
Maybe she’s fallen in with some teen Neanderthals.
Maybe we could make this a thing, if it isn’t already. Hell, we never made “fetch” happen.
