if i was unborn, i would have nothing to be grateful for; i would have never seen love, i would have never held cats

To the older gentleman sitting in front of me on the plane last week, seat 40A on Delta Flight #910 (non-stop service to New York LaGuardia), I just have this to say:

Your head smells really bad. Really bad. Like poop, and I wasn’t leaning forward or taking deep breaths or anything.

Thank Jesus I flew first class on the way back, where the tiny curtain prevents the foul stench of you common folk from seeping forward and ruining the complimentary breakfast for my wealthy compatriots and me.

Hey Internet! Next time you go to a crowded pub to watch Manny “Manila Ice” Pacquiao kick some Mexican ass, a fun way to pass the time is to play the Pacquiao or De La Hoya Fan™ game.

The rules are simple: use your keen observation skills to try and determine if any random person you see is an Oscar De La Hoya fan, or a Manny “the Mexecutioner” Pacquiao fan.

Let’s play now!

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It’s fun for a girl and a boy!