Punishment for bad behavior during a hearty game of Scrabble, perhaps? Haw!
I arrived in Des Moines on December 1 during an ice storm. Two planes skidded off the runway before my little jet touched down. At least Midwest Airlines serves warm cookies. I couldn’t care less if we crash landed. Ova!
I only read Kathleen Parker every dozen years. Her column, “Survival of the Stupidest,” makes me want to upchuck. Cur!
