Week 1 is done. I lost 5 of the aforementioned monstrosities. My willpower is like iron. I am ready for this.
Anyway, a freind of mine at the J-O-B (we'll call him Dan) said he brought low-sodium tuna today. Now I'm no scientist, but doesn't tuna come from the ocean? How the hell do you make that low-sodium?
Rex really should have gone on Ink Master for a nicer tat. This looks like some ink you get down on the docks....I don't think Nunez and Peck would have given it high marks.
Is she Tebowing? Weird.
So now were a full two days in. Time flies, Jedis!
Here's to a good one. Better than last. SoulSlam's resolution(s):
I'm a Simple Man.
Damn.
In a busy parking lot, the prudent thing to do is make a beeline (aka a straight line) towards your destination. Could be the store you want to return your big floppy shoes to, or the Chrysler K car you drive. In any case...a straight line is best.
The PLC instead prefers to wander across the lot in a diagional, impeding all traffic while they meander and cavort(while staring at the smart-phone) to their row. Or they walk in the middle of the rows of cars (often side by side when with other PLCs). Or they are a senior PLC and drive the clown car...
It was like Ringling Bros. at the mall today...my own bad, I needed to go to the Apple store (yikes!) to get BWSS (beautiful wife of SoulSlam) a new MacBook battery. Anyway, the PLC troopage included somebody who parked in a row (across two cars) with the hazards on...and left the car. It's OK though, they left a 15 year old playing with his Galaxy in the car in case Five-O showed up. Car was there when I entered the mall, and there 15 minutes later when I exited. But he had clown privilege no doubt.
Like Bozo. He's the man. Or should I say clown.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
The way it oughta be.
