P: (walking out of the bathroom, shirtless) I wonder if Del McCoury was ever at a wild party where someone sidled up to him and called him “high and handsome.”
J: The best part of that joke is that you thought of it while you were looking at yourself in the mirror.
which gives me plenty of time to stock up on No-Ad.
I accidentally bought a huge, double box of this at Target, thinking it was normal Special K. Disgusting! Under no other circumstances will you catch me picking the chocolate out of things.
Cape May is full of delicious little Victorian houses, but this one reminds me of nothing so much as a pair of lacy panties.
These people tried to pass this off as a legitimate diner plate garnish. A threesome of orange, pickle and pepper: Bah!
Sign carried by a homeless (?) man at Penn Station:
Please give me money so I can get drunk and two women will take me home and molest me.
I have discovered a new, funny as hell blog. I suppose it was inevitable, following links on other funny as hell blogs.
Excuse me while I clean up from peeing myself.
It’s a Monday after a long trip south, so naturally I’m sleeepypants. I began my day with a stroke of good luck:
In my haste to clear off the train this morning, I managed to drop my hat somewhere in the aisle/on the seat. Having realized this as soon as I got up to the main waiting area, I rushed back down the stairs to see if I could find it. The train was empty and the doors were shut. I ran down the platform until I saw a conductor inside, getting ready for the next trip. He was holding my hat! I knocked on the window, pointed to the hat, myself, my head, and all was well.
Another small happiness was that I wore my wind-blocking beast coat, long johns, fleece boots, and a scarf around my head and was able to laugh at the icy wind which blew me bent. No one undressed me with their eyes, but neither did the wind penetrate my layers.
The universe has balanced all of this good fortune by killing our car. P arrived at work this morning with all alarms and dashboard lights going off and opened the hood to find it had vomited oil all over itself. Off it gets towed to Erik, Miracle Mechanic of München (well, he seems vaguely Germanic), who shall restore it to its former state of grudging mobility.
In other news, cheers to Assers, who begins her first day of corporate gruntiness today. May she find good coffee and cooperative office machinery.