You never know what goes on inside your neighbors houses, and, sometimes you don’t want to know.

Time for a cookout.

Must be prompt. Didn’t even have time for the ‘T.’

Poor, sad Dell laptop. Alone and unloved on the floor ever since the Macbook Pro came into the house.

Dude blew through the stop sign, ripped down someone else’s sign to put up a sign for a yoga studio. Namaste, dude.

Effin Christmas Trees in Effin Sept-effin-tember. Macy’s, St. Paul.

There’s a look that says “I didn’t do nuttin.”

The territorial imperative of Americans is ridiculous. Two guys have the line backed half way to the door. Dude in the white shirt stayed firmly planted until the other guy was well out of the way.

Better get out my other glasses so I can see what this says.

I wonder if there is a business model behind creating panels to cover up holes left by pay phones in hotel walls?