The Evster


I don’t know if it’s socially acceptable to attend a Billy Joel concert. I really don’t.


I would love to have been a fly on the wall when the Sixers tried to convince Wells Fargo to purchase the naming rights to their arena.


The best Hannukah present I’ve ever received – AND IT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE – was this pair of tightie whities given to me by my late Aunt Maxine (she’s not dea

I don’t know how people raise children. It seems terrifying. Every minute of every day is spent making sure they don’t die.

This Thanksgiving, some of you lucky bastards will get to watch the entire Eagles-Cowboys game while sitting on your couch with a giant plate of shit stew.