It's said to take ten At-Attaboys/At-Attagirls to make up for one "Oh, $----!"
I guess these folks are halfway there...
Hi-Yo! Is this Clayton Moore's truck?
Goodwill hunting - A Nambé three section server (proprietary aluminum alloy
functional art, from New Mexico), with one badly tarnished section.
When I finished with the white and brown polishing compounds, mine looked
like this one offered on Ebay for $72, though I'd paid just 1/9th of that.
Except for the blind spot, I think the Veloster would be a blast to drive.
Others brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh -
this wise man brought the Force...and unusual syntax.
El Jefe's boss did not really die on the dusty plaza of Santa Poco,
and now markets a plethora of ethnic cuisine spices.
He returns...after reloading, of course.
Some things are self-explanatory.
Meet Señor Scion - but really, shouldn't this be on a
Fiat 500...or at least a Ford Fiesta?
Following a recent managers' meeting, executive management
treated us to a catered event at Top Golf.
Conclusion? I suck at golf.
Daughter's friends keeping vigil over a pair of teeth
(in the plastic container) left for the TF.
Hey, whaddya know!
2 comments:
I read somewhere years ago that no where on the planet do people deface their cars with bumper stickers like Americans.
I think we just want people to KNOW.
A couple of weeks ago I saw a window sticker that read, Nobody Cares About Your Stupid Stick Figure Family and had a monster truck mowing down said stick figure family.
Probably true.
I suppose it's symptomatic of our rugged individualism heritage, but in many instances the pendulum has swung so far - that people with no individualism, character, or anything to say, believe that they must express themselves.
Steve Martin is not George Carlin, but one of his bits - The Non-Conformist's Oath - contains great truth and insight.
The irony is not lost on me that we now have the most opportunities to self-express (FB, Twitter, and yes, blogs - this one included), and so little of import to say.
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