More Shit SB Says

We are the only species that offs itself, but we have opposable thumbs. We have that going for us.

Shit SB Says to Her Idol of Beauty, Ms. Moon

I love the part about Ed writing little notes telling people who collected his junk to get a life. My grandfather, who was a total grouch, used to bitch out the people who came in to his carryout and bought cheap beer. I told him: Well, you carry it. You shouldn’t carry shitty beer if you don’t want them buying it. He called one regular customer cheap to his face. Can you see why I have no inheritance?