Old lady Marlene lived across the street in a hunkered down apartment with a stream of adopted cats that seem to change on a weekly basis. Everyone was of the opinion that she was of a generation that worshipped primness and properness. This then is fact — Marlene was a good lady; a virtuous soul who did no harm to ...

You know how word gets around. All it takes is just one bite and Colombo’s insatiable foodaholics end up praising or dissing the latest eating joint (all the while hogging more food in another restaurant). There’s always that enthusiastic foodie in our social circles who is keen to boast about the latest eating joint. Since I’m the one always ...

So you think you have it hard sticking to a diet at home? Think again. Throughout most of my life, we’ve always had a rural domestic cook who takes great offense when you don’t eat the food he/she makes. The current one is no different. In her mind, food left over means: 1. Not enough salt 2. Not enough spice ...

Here’s an observation. Many F1 fans bitched about Alonso joining Ferrari with Santander tagging along. They put Kimi on a pedestal stating that he was better than Alonso and how virtuous he was. They also insulted Alonso saying he’d do anything for money and he is a shameless money whore. One wonders, though. I mean, Kimi was kicked out of ...

She never started out as a boulevardier, but just an ordinary girl with a passion for novels by Barbara Cartland. I still suspect the silly broad is still waiting for her handsome Prince Charming to come galloping on some dazzling stallion while showing off an array of glittering white teeth (I meant the horse and not the prince). My aunt, ...

Made a batter with cocoa, sugar, milk, and an egg. Dumped some bananas into it. Fried it in coconut oil, and dumped it all on sliced butter cake. Ugly sight, but heaven in a bowl.

Dear Bubsy, Here I am and there you are. I can almost see the beginnings of a smile on that fuzzy face of yours. As infantile and puerile as it may seem, one of the reasons I let infatuation tug me towards you was that designer beard of yours. Hmm. I never thought I’d fall for a golden beard. But ...

Saw this on Facebook and had to share. I agree with this wholeheartedly. I’m tired of thinking so much of the future, living in fear of what may happen or not and being constricted to live your life thanks to tradition, culture and religion. None of the latter 3 has done much to help humanity. I doubt they ever ...

Bad dog, vicious cunt, moron, cretin, asshole, fucktard — they called her. Krissy, the Labrador, at times shook her tail in response thinking they were joking; however, it became quickly apparent that they blamed her. But how could anyone blame a lovable Lab resplendent in an aura of golden fur, and oodles of friendly tail wags. With her eyes turning ...