I Can Drive Again! – Thanks to the TIDDY BEAR – Yeah, you heard right

Bear also comes in pink*

Driving has been a common joy of mine since I was 16.  Recently though it has become my most dreaded necessity.  Perhaps it is a sign my Jeep has gotten older or I have gotten bigger, but it seems that every time I get behind the wheel is a near death experience.  I am a law abiding citizen and take no issue with using my seat belt routinely except that I believe it is out to get me.  I didn’t realize the edges were crafted from razor blades, or at least that is what it feels like as it digs into my skin.  Nor was it apparent that it possessed a boa constrictor like compression ability.  Thank God I was turned on to the life saving device of The Tiddy Bear. 

Now driving is once again pleasant, and all is right with the world.

I am a tid bit concerned that when I’m driving alone that my Tiddy Bear will sneak in a “motor boat” every now and then…

* Yeah, pink. It does.

- Mister Jeremy McDonald

Zach Ward. Breast Cancer. Roast.

Zach Ward + Breast Cancer = Roast

Is a Roast of Breast Cancer appropriate? Maybe. Maybe not. But what did the cancer think I was going to do? Sit back and not make fun of it. Sit back and not talk about how it didn’t belong. Sit back and not say things like “If I had a nipple for every time I _______” Well… Maybe the best biggest boobs boob in recent history is not Scarlett Johansson, maybe it’s Bob Saget.

Roast of Bob Saget was fun last night, wasn’t it?

Friday night (around 6pm at La Residence during a Tar Heel Walk fundraiser) I’m going to take my turn at roasting not Bob Saget. Some other comics from DSI and I are roasting Breast Cancer. We’re covering 3-day walks, the 2-boobs, 1-cup craze (was that it?) and maybe problems with other… lady… parts.

Appropriate? Maybe not. Funny? Absolutely.

Buy tickets now.

Or… You could buy tickets at the door and support the cause.

- Mister Zach Ward