Another item for the Things I Didn’t Need To Know file.
Another item for the Things I Didn’t Need To Know file.
I was just about to say the same thing. Some things don’t really change that much.
The Onion Goggles are an idea long overdue; anyone who works with onions will thank you for them.
One of my favorite versions of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” reverses the roles, with Garrison Keillor as the “mouse” feebly protesting to leave, and Kasey Jones as the “wolf” encouraging him to stay, with amusing results.
My (Ohio-born) mother went to Michigan State for her last year of college, she was disillusioned with Buckeye schools.
Amen and amen! I even grew up in Sandusky, OH, daughter of a Michigan father, who got no end of ribbing come Game Day— “M Go Blue, with Ohio plates? Are you nuts?!” I like to think we got the best of both worlds.
What I would not give for a Lake Erie Breaded Perch sandwich with a dollop of tartar sauce and a big lettuce leaf on a sesame-seed bun, washed down with Vernor’s ginger ale, ah, heaven!
I miss WJR! at least the older version.
Actually grew up in northern Ohio, but you could still have access to the Good Stuff, the cider, the beer, the Vernor’s, and both Michigan and Ohio make a very enjoyable wine. Plus we were close to Cheese Haven, yum!
NO. Just no.
We’ve informally celebrated Boxing Day for years, sort of a cool down from the Christmas hype.
Or you can just let the manatees line up everything. They seem to know what they’re doing.
Check this out on YouTube:
If this isn’t the true ending, then it should be.
No penny loafers? Wingtips? Stylish pumps? Saddle-shoes? Call me out of it, but most of these just look like sneakers and boots; they may be comfy/practical but appropriate for everything? The Clark shoes are nice, but for every occasion? And I’m speaking as someone who almost lives in flip-flops.
I’m in the minority here, but there’s more than a bit of truth here, basically that a man is willing to step up to the plate when he knows it’s time without endless whining about it, willing to be there for his beloved when she needs him just as much as when he wants her. Maybe I’m just getting old.
For a minute I thought you said “Bollywood”, and mused on that take on the classic. A Wonderful Bollywood Life is something I would definitely want to see. What do they do for Christmas in India? :)
In fact there was a sort-of sequel, “Clarence” back in 1990, which featured the rejuvenated angel on a mission in nameless-American-city-which-is-probably-really-Vancouver, trying to revive the Christmas spirit in a lonely widow-with-children-awwww, a mission chock full of holiday cliches but fun anyway. I’d like to know what media mogul’s brother-in-law came up with this lead balloon.
For all the talk about #8 and 9, the Filipino shirts just don’t look right when they’re cut down for a 12 inch plastic doll. But then, very few clothes would look any better on someone so short.
I myself am rather good finding my way around, but my mother, son, elder daughter could all get lost in a closet.
Luna City and Armstrong Base, the first long-term moon colonies. I dream big.
It doesn’t help that I have trouble remembering names as it is…
Some people don’t mind nicknames, even enjoy them (my Mother always wished my father would call her ‘darling”), but it’s probably wise to avoid them as a rule.
Does anybody else want to see Popeye and Mario team up?
Dog’s the only one I’d make a point of inviting. And telling the relatives to deal with it.
I’m just fascinated by the 100 puinea gigs.
Fried pickles? I’ll agree with the crinkle-fry comment, no thank you to fried pickles! No doubt there’s a small but stubborn contingent that loves them, but for many it’s an acquired taste at best. Most people are still going to stick to fries in some form or other; this test is skewed or hijacked.
#11 is racist, offensive, and his “blackface” looks more like he fell asleep with his face in a bowl of chocolate pudding. Moron.
This sounds morbid, but when I read the otherwise tragic “Please God, I’m Only 17!” piece, I keep seeing the poor kid at a celestial DMV (at the very beginning, which is usually omitted, and he describes checking in and given a number,) and having to write everything down, waiting to tell someone what happened to him. “NEXT!”
They’ve recently changed the rules AGAIN here in Georgia, and I had to go dig up my marriage license of all things. I know it’s important to keep things straight, but sheesh!
I do agree with the This Is A Hoe one, so sick of hearing the word thrown around all the time, like monkeys hurling poop.
Now we just need “This is a bitch” featuring a female dog, and “This is a woman who disagrees with you” featuring a similar young woman.
That Jumping Gay Walrus one is rather interesting…
Why don’t you go pick on Buddha?
FWIW, I still to this very day recall seeing some fine young men doing a gig across the street from my home on Shady Lane, waaaaay back before 1968, up in Sandusky, OH. To this very day, (admittedly on the few occasions I get back to my hometown) I still look at the back porch they preformed on, still half-expecting to see them perform again.
For the record, I think I was in 3rd grade or less, they were teens. Hope at least one of them made it.
One of my biggest pet peeves: The misuse of “it’s” vs “its”, such as The dog hurt ITS (not IT’S) paw. ITS = Belonging to It. IT’S = IT IS, it’s that simple.
#2 puts me in mind of the Oh!god of Hangovers, from Discworld. If ever a deity was aptly named…
Didn’t they do this in Nazi Germany, comparing modern art to paintings made by people in mental asylums?
Oh do I remember some of these! The potato chip is esp cute. Why no mention of the Frito Bandito? Product of a less enlightened time, but he was still a lot of fun, and those chips were worth swiping.
I’ve heard Don’t Drink and Drive, Don’t Text and Drive, but this… do we really to be reminded not to do this? Talk about needing a remedial in Safe Sex.
No 8: How about sneezing with your eyes open? Make a Klein bottle without a hole? Jumping the English Channel? Really digging to China? Getting three people to agree perfectly on what to put on a pizza?
Oh, the possibilities…