I have to go to this dinner event.
I dread them because I never manage to wear the right thing ( when I can manage that I sure as heck will let you know ) and I’m not sure if that weird look I’m getting is because of my lucky bracelet ( it has all these little tiny bone and skeleton charms on it )or if it’s because someone has read something I’ve written.
So I’m taking this happy thought with me….
enjoy.
Picture this:
You buy a car or an electrical appliance and it comes with this warning label:
This product is perfectly safe- HOWEVER there is an outside chance it could- for no reason burst into flames and kill you. Buy it anyway though because the chances are very small it will happen TO YOU.
So now we must ask for the health and safety of anyone who eats beef: Have the actions of some people who like to torture animals on their way to the slaughter house and this mega industry endangered at least ONE of us?
Consider it:
They’ve slapped a warning label on every piece of beef processed at their plant and they tell YOU not to worry because it probably won’t effect YOU.
Oh sure, I’m so glad to know that – now I’m ready to go out and eat a big juicy steak or burger because:
what they did could have endangered my friends or family.
BUT NOT ME!
You jerks.
The video of how they treated those animals have put me off beef for the rest of my life- and this comment alone sealed the deal:
Entire story HERE
How funny.
This is funny too-it will be a cold day in Hell before I ever buy beef again and serve it to my friends and family.
Ha Ha ha.
What do you think….
Is this a nice invitation ( option 1) or is it more like one of those notes
your teacher sent home to your Mom safety pinned to your jacket ( option 2 ) ?
I’m going for option 2
You can be haunted by things like memories.
Those types of hauntings are more terrifying then any monster movie, book or play or true life story to ever be shared around a campfire.
Yesterday I saw this woman standing by her car at the side of the road.
The car was beat up and she was wearing a sweat outfit and her hair was in a pony tail and as my bus sped by I noticed that not one single car slowed down.
She was waving her arms and I saw the look on her face- she wasn’t expecting anyone too.
I wondered if she had been taller or skinnier or if her hair wasn’t brown and had she dressed better how many cars would have at least tried to not hit her as they drove by.
But I know the answer to that one.
Back in the 80’s both me and my friend drove the same kind of car which meant that they had the same sort of problems
My friend was going around this corner when her fuel pump died and she stalled right there on the turn next to a gas station.
My friend who was tall, and skinny AND a model ( and boy you could tell from a hundred feet away she was one of the most beautiful women in the world ) and as gets out of her car about a dozen ( well, okay three ) guys practically kill themselves running across the lot to help her.
Not only do they fix the fuel pump they fix her radio, vacuum her car and fix the lock on the trunk.
So about a month later I’m taking the same turn and something shorts out in my electrical system just as I’m passing the same gas station.
I get out and push the car the rest of the way into the gas station when this guy walks up to me and says, ” If you don’t get this thing out of here in the next five minutes I’m calling a tow truck.”
I try to tell him I’m going to call my boyfriend who has a truck and can tow me and he says, ” get this thing out of here NOW or we’re gonna start charging you a storage fee and that’s 100.00″
So I ask if someone can help me push it next door at least because the traffic was bad and I couldn’t see myself pushing this thing fast enough when he says, ” listen fat ass, get this thing out of here NOW.”
Then he calls over his shoulder as he walks away ” move it you ugly bitch or start writing a check.”
Nope.
Never got over that one.
It haunts me- still.
( if the vid won’t play from the screen use the link below )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMpfRmWfjrs
It’s a family joke.
Anyway.
The version of this song rocks
so the rest of you can still enjoy
the moment
amm
Okay God.
I was going through the WordPress News Departments Page and what did I see?
A Post that said you sent out Valentine Cards.
Say What?
You and me…let’s back up here so I can say that again.
YOU SENT OUT VALENTINE CARDS?!
All I know is
I DIDN’T GET ONE
Don’t blame it on Communists or ” Educrats “… BANNING THEM.
Admit it.
YOU FORGOT ME
Wait till the next Holiday….
You are SO deleted from my list.
For real I just love good stories with LOTS of pictures
so
I think this is brilliant.
Hijacked from: b3ta
( click above for the full story )
We did the politics.
Okay.
What next.
We can talk story.
I know.
Talk Story.
Plus we can sing.
It’s Aloha Friday After all
Besides
I wore a t-shirt with a dancing skeleton on it and my lucky bracelet with little silver bone charms on it when I ran our caucus sight and people were good with that…after all, they had more important things to think about.
read on
amm
Look at this hip cat. It’s Barack ‘Barry’ Obama. His yearbook photo was always gonna be the best lookin’. I mean, can you imagine Hillary Clinton‘s thanking “the Choom Gang”? I bet the Chooms were a local group who specialised in acid fonnnk! Or they sounded like Billy Ocean. Either way, Baz had an afro, and afros look cool.
HOPE SHOULD NOT BE AN ALIEN IDEA
Irregular Bones 