It’s a bad pie without whipped cream.

I’m glad that I don’t have to live in your hellish idea of heaven

How’s he going to keep seeing Kohl’s Mom on the side if he left Milwaukee?

You’re way too sane to be my sister. Not one post about the CIA hacking your tv remote.

New Berlin? Honestly I count my blessings every time I make it out of the parking lot without getting t-boned.

The penalty actually worked out better for Wisconsin than a touchback

I don’t. A lot of times I don’t buy anything for anyone, and I’ll give them a present the next time I see them in January or February.

“Groomswomen?”

It’s all relative. I’d rather have today’s gameday weather than what it might be during the game I’ll be going to at the end of December.
(why I deserve less shame for it: the ticket was free)