Oh yeah! Look at me stylin’ in my Pimp Robe! This is how I roll, thanks to the Hotel Monaco! Mysteriously, on my last night in Hotel Bizarro, my room mate’s name changed. I don’t know if it was my idle threat to take Zack down to Pike Place market where they throw fish...
My “home-away-from-home” for the next two days is the Hotel Monaco in Seattle. What a fancy-pants hotel it is! Not only does this place provide free internet, excitingly striped walls and Pimpin’ leopard spotted robes, they’ve also thoughtfully given me a room mate...
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae...
Once upon a time there were two guys that shared a dream. They worked out all the time, learned the moves, endured pain and inevitable injuries, drove themselves hundreds of miles around the country from arena to arena, in the hope that one day their dream might come true. Their dream? To...
After ten years, I finally broke down and bought a new vehicle. It’s funny, because I wouldn’t think twice about buying a new motorcycle (or two… or three…) but I waited about three years too long to get a new Jeep. My truck, a 1994 Dodge Ram had been...