Oh, I Get It
een on a woman’s t-shirt here in the terminal:
Idaho?
No,
Udaho!
Ha ha.
Why Do I Attract All The Boozers?
must secrete some type of pheromone that makes the first class airplane boozers sit next to me. I can’t believe that this is all governed by the vagaries of the seat assignment computer. I must be attracting these men, somehow.
On my flight from Phoenix, I found myself seated next to Grizzly Adams. I really [...]



