Hypothetically Speaking . . .

. . . . . . . . Because Humor Matters

I Don’t Wanna Grow Up, And You Can’t Make Me!!!

I was sitting at a red light one morning when a gentleman and his little boy crossed the road. The man, who I assume to be the kid’s father, was holding the little boy’s hand as the boy skipped happily across the street. It was the cutest thing. Immediately I wanted to skip too. If […]

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