Some time last month Jatinder Channa took this picture of two nice girls saying hello to me. Hi ladies.

Note I had to black out the nipples because I’m planning on running for president in 2024.
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Some time last month Jatinder Channa took this picture of two nice girls saying hello to me. Hi ladies.

Note I had to black out the nipples because I’m planning on running for president in 2024.
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Yesterday my mother and I went to visit my grandfather. He’s a 94-year-old fedora wearing concentration camp survivor that still has a sharp sense of humor. We spend most of the visits listening to him list off reasons why he thinks the nurses are stealing his button down shirts–apparently they’re taking them while he’s sleeping and selling them to kids at the mall. He might be imagining this. I’m not sure who to believe. The nurses do seem a little shady, but on the other hand he’s been wearing the same button down shirts for thirty years. I don’t think any of the tourist at the mall are looking to buy button downs from a Miami Beach retirement home. But you never know.
After pointing out which nurses he thinks are stealing the most, he spends a solid ten minutes reminding me not to trust anyone. Going by what he has to say, eventually everyone I know is going to betray and backstab me (getting old seems so appealing). I guess if I spent four years in a concentration camp I might not be the most trusting of people either.
After the stories of the thievery and betrayal, he likes to ask questions about me–his favorite grandson. He’s never actually said I’m his favorite grandson, but come on, all my other cousins are super boring with kids. This is the thing, his memory has begun to falter in recent years so the same questions are usually asked every time. The most important being, “what are you going to school for?” This is guaranteed to be asked every time he sees me. I could be thirty-years-old and he’d still ask me this.
This is how the conversation went yesterday.
Becoming a doctor of jokes,
Daniel Dickey
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Just got back from Costa Rica. Here’s the first of many pictures soon to come.
Talk about riding dirty.

My guide was showing me what happens when flowers have sex.

I was just trying to take a picture of the lady’s toes–the puppy happened to get in the way.

This foot was so smelly.

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Well hello handsome,
Three days ago I got super drunk and tried to convince two of my friends to leave the country with me. Well, after a flight and several bus rides, I’m in a Costa Rican rainforest about to climb a volcano. Explosive, I know. I’m heading out now, but as soon I’m back from the climb and the hot springs I’ll dive deeper into my Central American adventure. Also, I think a spider just bit me–they’re not poisonous, right?
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As I’ve said before, Christmas is much cooler than Chanukah. So I do have a Christmas tree in my house–a very Jewish one.
Happy Holidays,
Daniel Dickey
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