My Great Uncle sled into a tree, so I can relate to this:

If you live on my blog you will begin to grow wings and then fly off into the sunset.

Beautiful women don't screw in lightbulbs they ignite them.

Not a Mench, but a person who you take with you while you are scrolling.

Just remember there is a Jew in every box of Chocolates.

My X has gone from flaming angry to just plain fluffy.