Dave is a child of the 70s, and by that he means he was born when Eisenhower was on his way out. Bad clothes, bad music, and bad hair. 15 years ago he clawed his way into middle management and established his career as a “yes man” in a technical field. He is married, the father of two daughters, one grown and gone, and the clock ticking on the second. Having grown up with three sisters and helped raise two teen girls, he has developed a remarkable understanding and appreciation of the mind and spirit of a woman. Put another way, he’s been mostly confused for forty years.
Dave wasn’t born in Texas but he got there as quick as he could. He’s happy there, and you are happy to have him there, safe and out of the way. He has always felt a tremendous obligation to share his gift of mirth with the world, even when the world said “uhm, perhaps not”. A few years ago Michele
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Dave also wanted you all to know that he felt very peculiar writing this in the third person. He wasn’t asked to do it this way; he just felt it was the right thing to do. He is refreshingly spontaneous like that.
Retarded Movie Reviews:
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Irony
It’s Not A Soda, It’s A Coke.
Things from Texas that you eat that you did not know you eat
Memorial Day Video Storm Flood Story
Nine Days in May
Everything I needed to know about explosives I learned in Kindergarten
Kids Do the Darnedest Things
Little Back Yard of Horrors
The Twins are in Peril, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Knife
Texas in the Springtime
A White Easter in Texas
My Travels Among the Mormons
The Hash House Harriers of Taipei
Save This Dog
The Midnight Mark Spitz