‘twas the weeks before Christmas
…and there was nary a decent gift in sight.
…and there was nary a decent gift in sight.
It's the name of his dog. No progress on the other kind…
No, he doesn't. In fact, he thinks they are terrible and wants the people enjoying themselves to … well, you know…
Don't book at the Sheraton in Chicago. Ever.
On what? No one, including himself, is just not quite sure.
Ladies and gentlemen, Round Two of the contentious and completely aggravating debate between Mike Coulter and arch-nemesis, Matt Talbott.
After all, the man is still drunk from Game 7.
Along with an innocuous ad starring Brad Pitt. This column has it all!
Coulter likes the campaign season, if only because it makes walking the dogs a little more enjoyable.
A Red Bull and a hot local sausage for Coulter; it's almost the weekend.