The Daily Nuisance

by Matt Hearn


This is a week of random thoughts. What this basically means is that it's Thursday morning, I've promised somebody a column by noon, but no hilarious topics are springing forth from the spongy mass of tissue that passes as my brain. Now, if we were just having a simple conversation, lulls in the speakage are usually the opportunity I talk to discuss my genitals, but that's hardly proper for a dignified family column.

Now, about my genitals. (Har! I so funny! You laugh long time!) On to the random thoughts:


Footnote 1: I hate ending phrases with prepositions (let alone sentences), but I couldn't come up with a way to end this phrase other than "working on" inside of 15 seconds, so I said fuck it and left it alone.

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suckit@matthearn.com. Pictures of naked chicks can be sent to matt@matthearn.com.