NewsBreak Original

Out there in the world, your grandma, who has lived a long life and has intersected with all kinds of people, has at one time or another accrued a hater. She may not have been your G-Ma at the time, but she is now and she has an enemy.

Happy Clown(Sound Media CC0 Public Domain License) It’s happening again. You see big and floppy red shoes out of the corner of your eye, you quickly turn to look, but they are gone as if they were never there. You stop, put a hand out to the wall for support. You breathe deeply, then continue on with your day as if nothing happened.

Miami Marlins Logo(used with permission) According to Marlin’s pitcher Daniel Castano when a line drive hit him in the head at 104 miles per hour during last Thursday’s game, he was saved from serious injury by his love for God. Castano was quoted on his Twitter account quoting Romans 8:28: “and we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him…”

ATTN: Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, Apple TV, Disney+ and HBO Max: This post’s for you. Gun Hands, the Reality Series Never Coming AnywhereWikimedia Commons. These days I’ve been a bit of a nomad, hitting a slew of countries, mostly for comedy shows we produce… I’m behind the scenes, no way am I going on stage.

Here are 16 of the Sunshine State's Craziest Laws that are actually laws, not just internet jokes. Yes, it’s no big secret that all throughout the United States, there are some crazy laws on the books. Most of these are holdovers from a time, long ago, when most of America was a largely unexplored and unmolested frontier, but this certainly can’t be said for all of them.

We don’t cry over spilled milk, but must we keep spilling it?. I have never been much of a milk lover. I always went for the orange juice container. My parents would use milk every morning for their coffee, so it always made its way to the front of the refrigerator. “Early to bed and early to rise” was fine for grandparents and parents, but for me, it was the opposite. By the time I made it to the kitchen in the morning (or afternoon), the early risers had moved practically every refrigerated item on the shelf to the front of the pack. The orange juice always seemed like it lived way back in prehistoric times, far behind King milk and its merry band of condiments.

Short Story based on a real character. Every night on my way home, I pass a dark corner and encounter a donkey lying there, a donkey that has worked very hard over the years to carry his master's load. His master has left him, abandoned him to die. His graying mane falls into his eyes, and flies swarm his ragged and dirty coat. His front legs wobble and falter as if they both have healed poorly after grievous injury. I look into his eyes and can see years of hard labor. The donkey struggles along, with a noble sense of purpose. He seems to know where he wants to go, but he manages only to proceed a few feet before falling. I watch, silently willing him on as he manages to regain an upright position, but then, he trembles and collapses into a heap once more.

Leaving the supermarket yesterday, I was greeted with this logic problem. It appears someone had put a large cart in the small cart lane, and other people put their small carts in the large cart lane.