MoTheThird

Free drinks are the meanest gift I've ever loved.

A look into the bizarre world of food service as experienced at my brief stint with a specific Olive Garden.

This is my advanced reading of my book Romancing the Hilarity.

"...the tiniest set of fingers slipped into my hand. The, just more than two year old, niece of my friend decided that she wanted to walk with me."

The halls of justice are a labyrinth for the absentminded among us. A simple favor spirals downward.

A satirical look at displaced deer populations, surrounded by construction.