According to the ads to the right of my precious FB real estate, I should pay attention to my real age, my jam box, and something about playing the hottest game for the hottest girls. If this is some sort of opt in/out research, can I make mega bucks participating, or should I be content in the knowledge that these are only subliminal messages designed to prompt me to insert a screwdriver into my eye?
Category Archives: Can’t Make This Shit Up
I Was Correct
Biden admin is moving towards a vaccine passport.
Nailed this one, didn’t I?
Ted Cruz sounded the alarm. He said they already have this database. The government has been gathering data on who is vaccinated and who is not. This is what they are using to go door to door with their vaccine push. They wouldn’t be able to know what doors to knock on if they didn’t already know who has or hasn’t had their shot.
I will not comply.
Happens Every Year
Attention Tourons:
Today is July 3rd; not the 4th.
I hope another rain tonight blows through and sends your monthly check worth of fireworks straight up your sister’s skirt.
Go home.
You suck.
Hello, Cowboy…
Jingle jangle…
I heard him before I saw him…jingle jangle, jingle, jingle.
Sitting in the lounge area of the car dealership, I saw the source of the noise out of the corner of my eye.
It was a cowboy, dressed all in black, wearing expensive alligator boots…with spurs. Yes…spurs.
Who wears spurs into a car dealership, especially one in the suburbs? We’re not the horsy set here; the horse people are in the county next door, with their stables and riding schools, not where I was this morning. (We’re the lacrosse people where I live.)
I tried not to stare, but I did take a picture of his feet…and knew I had to call Sparky. This required going outside because I knew I’d start laughing, and I wasn’t wrong.
Conversation: Sparky…I’m at the car dealership. Well good for you, Sissy…having fun? Actually, I am. There’s a cowboy here. And he’s wearing spurs. Oh no he is not! No, he really is…here’s a picture of his feet.
Two seconds later, peals of laughter so loud you could hear it in the service bay…
Later when I came back in, I took the photo you see here. Maybe he thought it was a Mustang dealership?
(It turns out the Brandywine Horse Show started today, which is less than 1/4 mile from the dealership).
People Are Stupdi
From that stupid-ass craftydiply website:
Woman Online Refuses To Trim Her Facial Hair In Order To Land A Man
Do you think women are judged based on outdated beauty standards? That seems to be the case, at least from my viewpoint.
I find that it’s kind of sad that men can live more freely when it comes to beauty regimens. With women? Not so much. So I’m thrilled to see this one lady take a stand and live her life on her own terms.
I think her “lady garden” must be an enchanting forest.
