Rob Gunther

“Look, I can’t let you just hang out here. OK, you either have to up the stairs, or you have to go down the stairs, but you can’t just stand here on the stairs.”

Why stop with Boy Meets World? All of this excitement at the very real opportunity to relive some of my favorite moments from the nineties has got me jonesing for even more. And why not?

Can we stop fake cursing? You see it online, on message boards and Facebook comments. People get animated, they want to express themselves, but instead of saying what they really want to say, they use code words to get at what they mean.

One person’s Pink Floyd may very well be another’s Justin Bieber, and when topics regarding musical preference explode on the Internet, there’s a tendency for discussion to devolve into name-calling and least common denominators.

It’s like, come on, I’m not asking for too much.

I have ways to avoid getting stuck in the quicksand that other writers might label “writer’s block.”

It’s disgusting. It’s the absolute worst way to end any night.

When my wife and I moved into our new apartment, we thought we hit the jackpot.

Maybe they’ll go away. It was like, when I moved in, yes, I was pretty freaked out.

I raised my hand toward the swarm and I realized that I was fighting my bodily instincts.

3. Can I get that steak well done, but with no char (or) medium, with no pink?

But then I saw it out of the corner of my vision, a shape moving on the floor, coming from the bedroom door, making its way closer to the bed.