Here's a lovely piece of truth from poopbear. See more of Mr. Poopbear's art here, and let this little reminder carry you through the day until you can get home and have some bacon. Sometimes its the only thing makes…

A few years back, and rather late in the evening, my husband, our good friend and I discovered that none of us had ever really been to Vegas, other than driving through en route to further destinations. Given the lateness…

I live in California, a state notorious world-wide for being non-smoking. Anytime we run into a French person (and that could happen anywhere), they guess where we're from when we decline their offer of a cigarette. Whether in Central America…