You’d Think This Would Be Just The Sort Of Outside The Bun Thinking A Manager Would Look For

My friend, I’m afraid you’ve gone and done it backwards. The way it’s supposed to go is ask for a job application, then pull a gun, rob the place and leave, notpull a gun on a clerk, order him to the floor, go talk to the manager about a job then leave with no money […]

It’s Bud The Spud, And It Lands With A Thud

It appears that houses aren’t egged anymore, they’re potatoed, as a 64-year-old Buffalo woman can attest. There’s not much to the story, except I thought it was funny that she said it was shot from a potato-cannon, as if implements specifically designed for hurling potatos have been invented. Maybe I’m unenlightened. Have they?