Why don’t we all go down to Washington D.C. and throw our shoes at the White House?
Shoes or, creme pies.
Best quote from the Huffington Post comment board:
“Did you see how well he dodged those shoes?? Decades of dodging responsibility sure paid off!”
Indeed.
Why do I purchase clothing without trying things on or, for that matter, bothering to look closely at what I’m actually buying?
A lament in haiku form.
New jeans. Old habits.
Way too much morning coffee.
“What the..?!” Buttons fly.
Thanks Will.
Got a note from Japanese Grand Papa (“Jiiji”) in Nagoya. He and “Baaba” have been obsessed with getting clothes for Layla. A couple of days ago he apparently spotted a cute little Santa outfit and, without a second thought, whipped out his wallet and snapped it up.
Walking proudly out of the store he noticed that a number of people shopping with dogs in tow. Looking around he also noticed that the store mannequins were… dog shaped. He made his way back to the sales counter and asked, tentatively, “This wouldn’t happen to be a dog outfit, would it?”
“Of course” replied the confused sales clerk.
Fortunately Jiiji returned the outfit.
This whole Obama tax misquote propaganda thing is getting out of hand.
As seen on Facebook:
Moment of Zen
The Obama guy was honest enough to follow the McCain-ite’s bulletproof logic through to it’s natural and inevitable conclusion: If Barack Obama is elected to the Presidency of the United States of America, the sun will cease to shine. He’ll get your money… AND YOUR SUNLIGHT.
BOOGAH BOOGAH BOOGAH!
Oy vey. Go Obama.
驚くべき情報です。This is what happens when Japanese and American horror cultures collide. Sadako actually pops in and out of the Jack O’Lantern.
Terrifying on many levels.
Pourin’ one out for the homies…
10. Mutter to yourself in a foreign language of your own creation.
9. Shave/pencil your eyebrows into an angry expression. Yell and/or cry a lot.
8. Determine how many cups of coffee is, definitively speaking, “too many.”
7. Arrive at a meeting late, say you’re sorry, but you didn’t have time for lunch, and you’re going to be nibbling during the meeting. During the meeting noisily devour 5 entire raw potatoes.
6. Celebrate Halloween. Every day.
5. Spend all your money on Jolt Cola. Drink it all. Stack the cans on your desk. Number them. Alternatively, name them.
4. Spend all your money on Transformers. Play with them instead of working. If your boss says anything, confront him/her in a mysterious voice saying “They’re more than meets the eye.”
3. Sit at your desk and stare blankly at the clock/wall. If your boss should approach, stand, point at him/her bellowing “YOU CALL THAT WORKING?!” Sit back down as though nothing happened.
2. No matter what anyone asks you, reply “Okay.”
1. Smile. All the time.
Genuine? Green? Actually, I’m pretty sure it stands for
GOOD GOD! THE TOILET IS GROTESQUELY GUSHING GALLONS!
Yes, while I’m for saving the planet and all, I think that the makers of planet-friendly, biogegradable, flushable gDiapers should have a large warning on the box: May cause toilet to explode at 3am.
Granted, it’s my fault for not reading the instructions. But then again, I’m a guy. A guy with a baby. Like I’m going to read diaper instructions. If not a warning, the gDiaper people should at least be guy-conscious/guy-friendly and include a picture on the box indicating that the included swizzle stick is for helping the diaper break apart in water; not for ramming vast quantities of diaper down the nether regions of the toilet.
A simple drawing of an angry diaper-prodding guy with a big slash through it would suffice.