Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

Showing posts with label Three Stooges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Three Stooges. Show all posts
Friday, May 8, 2015

Lamenting the inaugural mow

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(754 words) I have some disappointing news for those of you who live vicariously through me and my edgy existence. Yesterday, I ...
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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Stuck in a loveless marriage: Story of Randall & Joan

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(875 words) My eyes darted back and forth as I crept up the aisle of the Boeing 737 Southwest flight from Pittsburgh to Las Vegas. ...
Tuesday, July 26, 2011

TV-holics prepare for bender (from 2009)

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It says something about how topical the news has been that I've yet to write about a devastating personal crisis: our TV, the big boy, b...
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Sunday, October 10, 2010

I hate my dog

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I wonder if there is a hell for dog owners who are mean to their pets. I don’t mean like Michael Vick mean. I’d never put my dog in a pen to...
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Friday, November 20, 2009

Obama's bow wow

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President Barack Obama is returning from an overseas diplomatic mission in which he’s now being criticized for being too diplomatic. Yes, it...
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I'm the Latrobe, Pa., based author of "The Last Baby Boomer: The Story of the Ultimate Ghoul Pool," "Use All The Crayons! The Colorful Guide to Simple Human Happiness," and popular books about two Latrobe neighbors (Fred Rogers & Arnold Palmer). I'll write for anybody who'll pay me. I am a PROSEtitute
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