Dan’s One Funny SOB
I get about one e-mail message a day from someone who just wants to tell me how great I am, how much they love my writing, and how they’re so tired of working as a microbiologist by day and as a pole dancer at the nudie bar by night, and just want to find a nice boy and settle down before they turn 23.
If you can read Dan’s Data and not learn something and/or laugh out loud, you must be a dull super-genius… or a corpse.