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I Can’t Find That Someone Actually Made That Yet

Well, the quick searching I’ve done indicates that someone has not yet modified the Oprah ‘you get a car’ meme for Tide pods. You know the meme. Here’s that one, but with bees:

I thought for sure someone would have updated this for Tide pods. If they did already, I didn’t find it. Surely I can’t be the only one to have thought of this.

I never am.

How Is This A Spam Comment?

I just deleted the following spam comment off one of my posts:

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How is this a spam comment? What is it advertising? There was probably some kind of link that would have posted if I’d allowed it, which I didn’t, but this just looks like garbage. Is that the strategy? Make something that looks like some kind of vague comment and hope that a Christian reference is enough to get it to stay so perhaps someone clicks an included link?

I just don’t even see the point here. Hopefully there isn’t something in the text alone that I’m not grasping, since I’m sharing that.

That would suck.

This One Doesn’t Surprise Me

This one doesn’t surprise me.

Guy acts like everything is delicious.

We Can Go Back To Disrespecting Presidents Now

President’s Day is over. We can go back to disrespecting presidents again. That’s the American way.

– Grover Cleveland? He was ugly.

– Millard Fillmore stared at a can of orange juice concentrate for hours because the label read: “Concentrate.”

– Just saying John Tyler‘s name is enough of a disrespect to him.

– Franklin Pierce was drunk during surgery.

– Martin Van Buren actually bought vacations from spam emails.

Enough is enough. We don’t have to respect these clowns anymore. They get one day a year, that’s it.

Remember: Today Is The Day We Celebrate Peaches

Remember, today is President’s Day. That’s the day once a year when we celebrate peaches.

What else would it mean?

I Ought To Hook These People Up

I was thinking about how whenever I watch late night TV (which isn’t often, as I don’t usually watch much TV at all), I always end up seeing ads for both places that buy gold and silver and places that sell collectible silver dollars.

I ought to hook these people up. I know their connected business model involves me being a middleman who pays high and sells low, but I still think it’d be funny to just call up one and give them the other’s number.

I bet the respective telemarketer would be less pleased.

KFC Problems

I love KFC. I know it’s horrible for me, but I love it. My wife, not such a fan. Sometimes she’ll take me anyway, but they don’t make it easy on me. We’ve tried a couple different once in the city, but both end up kind of the same. They both usually end up taking something like twenty minutes or more to get food (not to mention that the one near me keeps swearing they only have loose corn as opposed to corn on the cob) and the orders are frequently wrong. It’s gotten to the point that she doesn’t even want to take me when she isn’t going to be eating there. It’s just too much effort.

You’d think KFC would help me out a bit more on that.

When You Aren’t Worthy Of The Brazilian Steak Place

There are times when one may admit that one is not worthy of a Brazilian steak place. I’m of course talking about the restaurants where they prepare a ton of different kinds of meats and just keep bringing them to your table for one (usually fairly large) price until you tell them to stop. We have three different of these places here in Denver, and they are magical, though possibly deadly from an overeating standpoint.

My wife and I were booked to have a lovely dinner on one of these for Valentine’s Day recently. However, we both got home from work and looked at each other and realized we were nowhere near hungry enough to do it justice. We cancelled our reservation and went out for Indian food instead, deciding to reschedule the meat for another day.

You have to be able to do a Brazilian steak house justice. Otherwise, just wait until you are.

Do I Go For The Joke Or Not

I saw this when riding the bus recently.

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Clearly, this is a makeshift bar to indicate that the back door is broken and I should not use it. However, should I go for the joke that I mistook it instead for a race finish ribbon and just run through it? I’d certainly get in trouble, and run into the back door since that wouldn’t open. Would I do it anyway so as not to waste the joke I thought of?

I think this is more fun if I don’t tell you which way I decided.

Today I’m Going To Wish My Wife A Happy Valentine’s Day Here On The Blog

Today I’m going to wish my wife a happy Valentine’s Day here on the blog.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Shannon!