Post 408: Dun – Dun – DUN!

It was a dark and stormy afternoon in Sparkyville. Young Annie Sparks had heard that there were heaps of gold in leather bags in the basement of the old McSparky house. Empty for decades, it stood on the outskirts of town. With school canceled because the roof leaked, Annie decided to head over there and get rich. Continue reading

Post 404: Harry Potter’s Next Home

There’s a joke that’s so old it’s usually not funny anymore, but it certainly applies to this ad. The joke is the apartment was so small, I had to step outside to change my mind. Not only is Sparky trying to rent a broom closet as a micro-studio apartment, he’s charging enough for a down payment on a new car. Continue reading

Post 397: Paper Moon

An on-going first world problem is the lack of Sears & Roebuck catalogs or Farmers’ Almanacs. Our forefathers knew all about roughing it, to put it mildly. Now we have all these modern conveniences like computers and fidget spinners and political pundits. So we insist on something gentle yet thorough cleaning for our butts. Continue reading