As he bids goodbye to a president with personal qualities he admired, Chris makes ‘be unTrumpy’ his new mantra.
An aging hippie, a new car, a poorly-loaded box van, and a Chris on the verge of throwing up. It’s a race against the clock in this pulse-pounding comedy thriller. (Movie rights reserved.)
Wherein Chris tries his hand at educational sloganeering.
This is one of those big birthdays for me, so I’m giving myself the gift of a self-indulgent retrospective post. Basically, just try not to fall asleep.
Puzzling over some of the items available for one-hour delivery through Amazon Prime Now. Don’t people plan for anything these days?
In which Chris narrowly avoids becoming a famed coward in the social circles of elderly Jehovah’s Witness women.
In which Chris realizes that his inability to establish a solid alibi makes him an ideal patsy.