It's my long-held belief that some of the wittiest wits in America are working in the field of roadside sign, fortune cookie and T-shirt epigrams. Dream on!
This person might have just been in New Jersey, where, often, left turns are made from the right lane on what they call a "jughandle." Good luck to him/her either/or way.
Someone in the quality control department over at Staircases "R" Us needs to step up just a bit...I guess they need to rail at someone...
I have this weird relationship with the Cleveland Browns, the spectacularly inept football team with some really good players. I love their uniform colors (brown and orange) and would gladly give up the Ravens' purple surple to go brown and orange. But, anyhow, the Browns had 16 Losses and 0 Wins in 2017, and then celebrated with a Shirts With No Ws.
This must be the idea of some flinty local judge somewhere. Do you think public shaming is the answer? We'll see if she steals again.
Hi! Welcome back to The Late 1960s, where Mr. Jimi Hendrix is fixing a spaghetti dinner and a cup of tea for you.
Yes, it snowed in the Sahara Desert, and nothing makes a bit of sense at all.
If only the reason for people being so cranky was solely because their toilet paper irritated them, all the domestic backbiting in this country could be wiped out. I mean, eliminated.
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