Latest Article|September 3, 2020|Free
::Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
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On a walking tour of a campus, I open a freezer and find several half-eaten pints of ice cream. I finish the last couple bites of coconut ice cream, then pick another chocolate container. With a girl’s permission, I put the container up inside her bouffant hairdo so it will look like I’m eating her brains as we walk along. She seems mildly pleased with the idea but makes me take it out later, because "it’s starting to hurt."