Hey, it’s Friday again! That means my new article is up on the City Wire. You can read it by clicking here: Snoogans.

Okay, I’ve had a recent rash of communications that started a little something like this:

“Hey, Sandwich. I’m really lame because I don’t know what to get you for Grismas.”

It is called a Wish List for a reason. It is a list of things that I wish were mine, in my house, collecting my dust. Go there and buy me things. I recently added some new treasures, so be sure to check it out if you were thinking of sending me an email that started like the sample above.

Let’s talk about little baby birds. Yesterday in Zoology, we learned about “brooding parasitism”. If you are not familiar with this term, you are probably familiar with the concept. Brooding parasitism is when a bird lays its eggs in another bird’s nest and then the other bird incubates, hatches, feeds, and raises the baby bird as its own young. There is a word that I couldn’t get out of my mind during the entire lecture regarding “brooding parasites”. That word is “asshole”. Brooding parasites are the assholes of the Class Aves.

Shhh... Don't tell anyone, but I sometimes shape my poo into an egg, then sneak it into bird's nest and giggle as they try to incubate it.

Speaking of Zoology, here’s a video about a fisherman:

This weekend is going to be the lamest one in a while. I have until Tuesday to do all of the Trig homework that I’ve been putting off for a while in order to do other stuff. This weekend I pay for it. All Trig, All Weekend Weekend. That is, until I get done. I also need to go Grismas shopping and do some more presnent wrapping.

Well, a doodoo is knocking on the backdoor, so I’ve gotta go answer it. Have a great day. More soon. ~SC