A breakthrough at my latest V.A. doctor's visit today: through the miracle of modern socialized medicine, I will never be able to operate heavy equipment. And I won't get any taller, either. Dry humor with a little Alan Alda thrown in.Distributed by OneLoad.com
For momma.Distributed by OneLoad.com
Typical New Orleans tourist: "What's all this historical stuff? I came to see the bars."Distributed by OneLoad.com
Maybe I shouldn't take so much time off from work. Gives me too much time on my hands for neighborly mischief.Distributed by OneLoad.com
There is good news and glad tidings from the piney woods of east Texas today. The House of Daily Horrors in Marshall, Texas is no more. A story of redemption.Distributed by OneLoad.com
The Veterans Administration gave me the diabetes and WalMart cured it. For $9.
My sister Beth Leigh Jarvis Petersen Grable, lately of Waskom, Texas, wants to get high just a little bit longer.
Risking getting hacked up like that shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho", I snoop my crazy rock-eating, fairy-talking pill popping pipe smoking sister's room.
After having been away from east Texas for half a year, I decided it was time to check in on momma and get some of her juicy east Texas gossip.
Yet another chin hair video. Wasting your time since 2005. Coming to you direct from my shared room in The Home For Wayward Veterans in Shreveport, Louisiana.