Why The Terrorists Hate Us.

I realized my niece and nephew will never know life without Facebook. They’ll never know what it’s like to go, “I wonder what happened to that guy Chris from high school?”, then just shrug their shoulders and move on.

Also helping kids become less appreciative, I present evidence B, above: my neighbors hired carpenters yesterday to custom-build a playhouse for their children. I look forward to the day the kids stick their indulgent parents in a retirement home one-fifth as roomy than that playhouse.