when the hell are the baby boomers gonna die?

once, when i was little, i ate a whole bag of marshmallows while everyone else was making gingerbread grahamcracker houses. by 'a whole bag' i mean 'about a pound and a half.' i've never liked marshmallows since then, which isn't suprising since i never actually liked them much in the first place.

when people flip switches which, they believe, electrocute someone in the next room, they often laugh nervously.

this blog is a living celebration of the bold principle: "you don't have to have anything interesting to say just to have a webpage."

tips for the day are not the same as daily tips.

orangutangs can unscrew lugnuts with their fingers.

i know all this and more, but i do not know when the hell the baby boomers are going to die.