For a guy who considers himself to be at least somewhat artistic, I can’t draw very well at all. Whenever my pencil touches paper, a grotesque abomination crawls out, scaring its creator into throwing his utensil out the window and hiding under his bed like a girl. You know how girls hide under beds all…

[Submitted Via E-Mail]   TIM HONEY, I HAVE BEEN READING YOUR WEB!!!!! I LIKE IT…I JUST WISH YOU WOULD WRITE LESS ABOUT RAPE…..I NO U ARE ONLY JOKING…BUT THAT IS A BAD NOTE ON MY BOOK…PLEASE DO NOT GET ME WRONG I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!!………..JUST THE RAPE…THING IS WHAT GET’S ME…I LOVE U SON…MAYBE YOU…

Mass producing my own peanut butter should have been a piece of cake, as I had most of the ingredients lying around anyway. Even the various glycerides – like a sucker, I kept a huge jar of the things just sitting in my fridge collecting dust. The one component I actually had to go out…

If quarter-life crises are good for anything, it’s probably that they make one consider a wider variety of paths in life. Freaking out about twenty plus years spent doing stupid things like seeing if you can drink a half gallon of French Vanilla coffee creamer in a day (you cannot), or nearly losing your job…