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Eating at a nice brunch place (that is neither a house of waffles nor pancakes). My waitress has a machine gun tattooed on her bicep. And not in a “Welcome to the gun show, ha-ha” sort of way. It’s more of a line-drawing, “Viva la revolucion” kind of thing, which makes me scared to ask. She may be taking up arms against the harsh and unfair syrup rules imposed by Obamacare.
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My one-day battle at Red Lobster against the forces of Endless Shrimp.
Reid vs. a multi-headed spammer. Hail Hydra.
Now you can get Reid’s random comedy delivered hot, fresh, and free to your email.
The best way to make Christmas even less fun is to start it in November.
Reid goes from author to indie author overnight. How big of a step backwards is it? Small misstep, or drink-yourself-into-a-coma big?
Some tips on writing from Reid, which will be of no help to you at all.
For those of you who are fans of sports, commercials, controversy, halftime shows, fistfights, and all of the other things that go into a Super Bowl, my annual award-winning* Super Bowl Timeline is up now at ProjectShanks.com, featuring lines like… 9:57pm – The Seahawks get a miracle catch to get the ball down inside the […]
Even though I don’t have cable, Time Warner Cable keeps trying to send strange men to my house. Are they a cable company or Craiglist?
The ongoing saga of Reid trying to get his satellite television turned off.
For those of you looking for some extra comedy in your daily diet, I’m doing a wine review column for Project Shanks.com. And as some of you know, I didn’t actually drink any alcohol until I was forty, so bear in mind that everything I taste goes down pretty awful.
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