YSaC, Vol. 882: Even a college dropout could do better than this.
2010 December 16
1998 Coors Lighted Bottle Cap Sign – $25
Im throw it in low price for it and no longer needed it. But it will be good for your pool table room to hanging on the wall. It have little crack on side(which you see on the pic) and few scratch. It not notice anything once your hanging on the wall and put light on and its good to use. No Spammer, please. Thanks for looking!
“Im let you finish, but this is the best beer cap sign of ALL TIME!”
Thanks, William!
It’s too early for snarkification, but I was thoroughly freaked when I saw the commentary for this ad, as I had thought the exact same thing when I started reading.
I think my brain is merging with the internet. I should go outside.
Outside is scary. There are sparkies outside. Stay inside with us, where it’s warm and safe.
One of us … one of us … one of us … one of us …
All sparkies and no YSaC make IF something something…
Go stupid?
Don’t mind if I…
Oh, wait.
*ponder*
NO! Not that thing.
I want, like, the opposite of that thing.
Like, you mean, the other thing?
Which other thing are you referring to.. which..
Which witch?
The play, right? Isn’t the play the thing?
I like that it’s not going to notice anything once you’re hanging on the wall. I certainly wouldn’t want one of those voyeuristic beer cap signs that would watch me do whatever I’m doing up there on the wall.
Get outta mah brain!
I always feel like…
Some beer cap’s watchin’ me…
And I ain’t got no Heineken. OooOh.
*bzzt*
Ooh, I’m sorry, Taco. While Heineken is definitely bad, we were looking for Genessee. Genessee Cream Ale, pride of the Finger Lakes region of New York State.
We have some lovely parting gifts for you.
Damn, Heineken was the only beer I could think of with 3 syllables.
I don’t actually drink that much beer anyway. I’m totally all about hard alcohol straight up… with loads of fruit juices to make it yummy.
Ah Genny Cream Ale, the first beer I ever tried…on my first birthday. It made for a cute picture, I guess.
Okay, christina, give up the story!
Perhaps it’s like when I was at a party and my son managed to drink the dregs in a couple of beer cans at around that age?
I wouldn’t have minded much if people hadn’t been using those cans for ashtrays.
Isn’t that a scene out of Caddyshack?
I suppose that’s possible. I don’t think I’m prone to confusing scenes from Caddyshack with my real life, but I remember nothing from Caddyshack, and it wouldn’t be the first time I needed an I Love Me jacket.
My parents’ dog liked to collect empties at their larger social events, and take them back to her crate… They found this out when one of the guests said to my mom, “I think your dog may have a problem.” They went to look, and she was sleeping soundly in her crate, surrounded by about 12 empty bottles.
Made for a great photo.
I don’t think there’s much of a story, just a picture of a darling, bug-eyed child in a home made smock smacking a can to her face. Apparently I liked beer. If my mother will scan it, I’ll use it as an avatar.
Sounds like fun…
You’ll need a t-shirt for that, though.
Wow! Genny Cream Ale – saw it in a local Indiana market the other day being sold as a ‘Premium Brew’ . (Cause of much laughter for this former Upstate NY boy and his spouse). Next thing you know, they’ll be pushing “12 Horse” and/or “Bock Beer”…
(Aside – IF, didn’t know you were an Upstater, too.)
I did some time as an undergrad up in the Capital District, and my lady’s a Buffalo native.
I did grad time in the Capital District, and then later lived there because it had a job … and upon reflection, it occurs to me that I drank Genny during the first stretch of living in that area, but not during the second, not ever.
Upstate represent! Grew up in the Capital District, now settled in Boston. Genny was never my beverage of choice (or really of circumstance, either) though.
I think Sparky’s had a tish more than a little crack on the side.
Yes, the scratches are a dead giveaway, aren’t they? Damn crack bugs.
1. Of course it’s not going to notice anything, it’s not sentient … I hope.
2. Once my hanging what on the wall? Picture? Clock? Plant?
Wow, it’s too early for this.
*pours flask contents onto coffee slices*
Once you are hanging on the wall, forced to position your arms to the current time every minute of every day while the Coors Light sign sits on the couch and watches the game while drinking can after can of itself, deleriously waving a .45 at you and randomly firing off a shot just to keep you on your toes as it yells, “You’re running too slow! It’s 3:16, get the time right ‘fore I have to get me a new clock!”
Hey, this would make a good M. Night Shaymalan flick.
What’s the twist? Is the sign hops-intolerant? Allergic to the Naugahyde couch?
Well, actually, that was the twist. The first 90% of the movie has the protagonist shopping increasingly shoddier places for the perfect bar sign for his newly renovated den until he comes across this one Coors sign, which he initially dismisses and disparages to the seedy shopkeep with the bad eye. A scene shortly after shows the shopkeep in his window conversing with somebody off-camera, getting into a heated argument. Finally the protagonist comes back, drawn by the sign, buys it, takes it home, and … well, there you go.
Hey, they can’t all be gems. M. Night has been in a bit of a slump for the past … um … 9 or so years. But this would still be way better than Lady in the Water.
OMG…or “Signs”…holy.sh*t.
Worst.Movie.Ever.
My kids saw it, told hubby and I we just had to watch it..it was fabulous, they said. You’ll love it, they said.
Yeah…ummm…I think I about the time I noticed that not one, single, alien invader did any recon prior to landing on a planet that’s 75% water I got the giggles..seriously, I got to giggling at the idiocy and couldn’t take it seriously after that.
I couldn’t take the movie seriously right off the bat.
I mean really, an alien movie based off a “phenomenon” that was declared a hoax BY THE PEOPLE WHO DID IT! They even showed everyone how they did it so that others could do it! And I’m supposed to take a movie seriously that’s all like “No man, the hoax is the hoax. This shit is real, man.”
It’s the equivalent of watching a movie that comes packaged in aluminum foil.
I find it hard to take any “monster” seriously if I could defeat it with the same Super Soaker I use on the cats when they misbehave. Willing suspension of disbelief will only stretch so far.
I’ve got a couple of friends that can stretch suspension of disbelief to truely scary lengths.
For example, “Magic is real if you believe in it hard enough.”
I really didn’t know what to say. The number of things flawed with that logic just… I… … Hey look, coffee!
I bet they clap for Tinkerbell too.
Probably. They also claim fairies are real; conditional to belief, of course.
Fairies are real, if you mean men with certain preferences.
… Or, if not, I’ve been entirely hallucinating entire parts of my social life for the past couple of years … but that still doesn’t explain the pictures.
I’m guessing noetic science does nothing for you, then, Taco?
I think my least favorite thing about Signs (although it’s a target-rich environment) was that the little girl’s water obsession never had any explicable cause other than to foil the monsters at the end. Talk about contrived plot gadgets!
Noetic Science is srs bsns, Stephanae! Doubt not their conclusions!*
*I’m told they did eventually make some.
Yes Lola, Fairies do exist. Fairyland is a real place. The music isn’t very innovative, but they have great drink specials.
Yeah, Signs had plot holes so big you could drive all of his other movies through them at once. Plus, water is the MacGuffin? Really? *sigh*
But at least I watched Signs. I turned Lady in the Water off about half an hour in. One of the very few movies I’ve done that to.
Don’t forget the awesome stage shows in Fairyland, christina!
You should expand your script Smiley Puppy, and send it to him… “Bottle Cap Signs”
Me think Bizarro have bad taste in decor.
If I’m reading this right (God help us all…), the sign won’t notice if you are hanging on the wall. Not the kind of blase attitude I want from an enlarged bottle cap. A Bud Light bottle cap would at least call the police.
And if I had actually read Camilles’ entry, I wouldn’t be redundant again.
Did someone clone Camille?
Did she have puppies?
*Wag*
Wait… that’s not my line.
:pictures litter of tiny bear puppies:
Awwww.
Just for the record, I have not spawned, neither puppies nor anything else. Nor have I been cloned. Though I rather like the idea of using the royal “we.” Or the royal Wii, since mine is broken.
Am I imagining this, or did I read something about the Queen of England getting a Wii with which to play with the grandheirs? That would definitely be a Royal Wii.
Lola, apparently you didn’t imagine it. Though, there are a few things in that article that make me want to kick puppies, so I think I’ll go google Chris Pine again…
Just seeing the name of the link makes me think it’s probably better for my socialist-leaning self not to read that article.
It looks like it was a marketing gimmick, not an “I’m a ridiculously wealthy elitist, look what I bought” sort of thing. Some game company commissioned a gold-plated Wii and had it delivered (along with a copy of the company’s game) to Buckingham Palace.
That’s what I gathered, too. This is the line that particularly grated my cheese:
Camille, mine is broken too… Won’t ready any disks except, for some reason, Mario Galaxy.
Mine won’t read any at all. Just makes that “the disk is spinning but nothing is happening” noise.
The lights are on but no one’s home?
My NES still works. I refurbished it myself!
*Beams*
Now to work on getting my SNES out of the box and set up.
My Wii still works too, but it does occasionally have to be convinced that I am indeed giving it a disk it should be able to read.
So your man parts are a Super Nintendo? Or am I starting to confuse the boxes?
I have many boxes, and I keep things in all of them.
“things”
No wonder Baldrick has not announced a cunning plan–no turnips!
Oh, is that what the Taco box was for?
Shame on us. We’re corrupting the innocent* youth!
*Until proven pervy.
I think it was Prince Charles – yeah, it said somewhere that he regularly takes a royal Wii.
But not Prince Philip?
I’m gonna go with this person being ESL. It would be too depressing to think that anyone who grew up in an English-speaking environment could possibly abuse the language like that. So I’ll give Spa Kee credit and say that his English is waaaaaaaaay better than my Chinese.
Yeah, it definitely had that machine-translated conjugation vibe going for me too. Referring to everything in the third person generic. But the weird thing is that if you just replace the “it” referring to both the sign and “you” (who will “not notice anything”) and ignore the have/has issue, it actually reads fairly competently — moreso than I’d expect a machine translation to read.
Still, it’s probably better than my what my terrible attempts at German sound like to a German. 🙂
Really? Cuz I keep hearing Captain Kirk when I read it.
I hear Captain Kirk when I read anything.
There’s medication you can take for that.
Shatner or Pine? Because Chris Pine is yummy…
Oh.my.lanta…Pine is well, he’s just a li’l slice of heaven ain’t he?
And, I wasn’t thinking of him then, but I sure am now. Unfortunately, he’s young enough to be my son so there’s just a smidge of squick to go along with the awesomesauce. Not really into that whole younger man thing…especially when I have kids older than him.
Still, he’s pretty…
Mmm mmm mmm… I had to do a google images search for Chris Pine. It was worth it, and now I’m smiling.
Y’all can have Chris Pine, I’ll take Zachary Quinto. I’vebeen drooling over him since Heroes.
No, you can’t have Zachary! He’s mine! Mine, I say!
Then again, I’ve been drooling over Karl Urban since Xena.
Or I might trade Zachary for Eric Bana.
And for sure, you can have them all if I can have Zoe Saldana.
I will fight you for Zachary*. This is not an idle threat.
*Also Nathan Fillion, but that should of course go without saying.
Pull your sword, ratty! There’s no way I’m giving up Nathan.
A s-what?
Sorry ladies, but Zachary is mine. You can have whatever’s left of him when I’m done.
Edit: The same goes for Ten and Eleven.
Since there’s a line for Chris, Zachary, and Nathan I’ll just have to make do with Jim Parsons. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. Mmmmmmm, I wouldn’t mind a sip from that tall glass of sweet tea.
I haven’t seen BBT, but he does look pretty yummy. I’m guessing you don’t feel this affects your chances at all? :-p
I think ESL-originating has its merits – I have a good friend who is clearly intelligent and really pretty fluent in English, but when I read his emails I have to turn off my edit function so I don’t go crazy. Of course, the last language I learned was French, and while not bad at one time, right now I’d be thrilled and lucky to copy David Sedaris’s “Me Talk Pretty One Day” level of language mastery. So, no
stupid beer bottlecap signstones cast here.I had a co-worker who wrote our marketing material. I had to edit it. His grammar and punctuation difficulties quickly made my brain go numb so that after only a few paragraphs, I’d be scratching my head, unable to figure out what he meant to say and even less able to figure out how to FIX it.
This makes far more sense than he ever did.
The strangest thing is that he spoke perfectly normally and his casual emails were okay. It was only when he was writing for an audience that it became indecipherable.
I’ve encountered that as well. I sometimes wonder if it’s an undiagnosed learning disability – or some other cognitive function that isn’t functioning so well.
Could be some variation of performance anxiety; like when normally articulate people turn into stuttering fools in front of a large group, normally literate people turn into cheeseburger cats when typing a message for a large group.
What hassss it gotssss on itssss walll?
It’s Coors Light, the feckless, perpetually drunk Uncle Bob of beers. It’s the sort of beer you only ever buy to be polite to the one guy at family gatherings who drinks it. But then I imagine that the Uncle Bobs of the world would probably desire a sign like this. It would look great next to the 6-point buck head they
bought at a garage saleshot with a .3006 and a hubcap from a ’68 Baracuda theyfound by the side of the roadshot with a .3006.Also great for frat house common rooms that couldn’t find a Natural Ice sign.
Most of the frat guys I know wouldn’t want a Coors Light sign even if it was free. They would however accept a PBR or Red Stripe sign. Frat guys and hispsters are starting to merge. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
We had some sort of sign for bad beer in our apartment (all women, too) but allowed it for the fact that it was pristine – still in original box when we got it – vintage that one of my roommate’s parents found in their attic or basement or something. The kitsch factor of its being vintage made it OK for decor. It had a timer/dimmer setup so that the light dopplered back and forth, making it slightly more interesting than the average blinking sign, and which one of my coworkers once drunkenly observed, occurred in perfect synch with the beat of “Heart of Glass” (I was DJ-ing, the theme was “retro.”)
FIFY
Somebody make fun of the sentence “Im throw it in low price for it and no longer needed it” for me please. I want to mock it but I’m too tired.
*points and laughs at sentence in silly quotation marks*
There, how’s that?
What’s silly about my quotation marks? My quotation marks aren’t silly. Mock the sentence, not my punctuation. The sentence! Don’t mock me!!!
Waaaaaaaa!!!!
Aren’t quotation marks just silly by their very nature?
“Yes” they “are”.
Using “quotation marks” for “emphasis” makes me all “stabby.”
HULK “SMASH!”
And by smash I mean beat with my fists.
Mindfield, I’m real happy for you and Ima let you finish, but The “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks is the best blog about quotation marks of all time. Of all time!
Been there. Loved it. There’s also Apostrophe Abuse, which is the same sort of thing.
“You” are “correct”, “Taco”-“‘Magic'”
“Thankyou”
I have a pic on my iPhone for one or more of those sites. One of these days, I should get around to sending it in.
Wait, I’ve got it. It makes sense if you assume he meant with instead of for. He doesn’t need the low price any more so he’s throwing it in with the sign that he’s selling. Which is a good deal, low prices aren’t cheap you know. Wait. No.
In my day we were so poor that we couldn’t buy a nickel with a dime.
trinket, I’m so glad you’re back. Pull up that nice like new love seat and stay awhile!
It’s a trap!
It’s a tarp!
Hi Windrose!
Yes, I’m back. I’ve started lurking again recently. I don’t live in the best time zone for commenting on this site. The posts go up at night when I’m going to bed and shouldn’t be online cuz computer screens make the sleepiness go away and then by the time I check in the morning there’s like a bajillion comments and everything has been said.
And I missed the creation of a whole lotta memes while I was away.
There is a simple problem with Sparky and one which can be cured immediately. He drinks Coors Light. *hands Sparky a Guinness* See? All better.
Erm… I seem rather skinless today
Hey, even your quilt is pink! At least you stayed on theme.
What happened to the pink storm trooper?
Union. Get’s a half-hour off every day.
::quietly points to Windy’s unnecessary apostrophe::
If you want to edit that out before anyone else sees it, I won’t tell.
Naw, because I didn’t type it, the love bird did. That’s my story. 8)
Don’t give Sparky a Guinness, Bavec! Pearls before swine.
Although almost any beer is better than Coors Light, I have to give you a thumbs up for recommending a top-fermented beer over a lager (okay, maybe it’s only a sick lager imitation).
As an aside (that no one will probably find as amusing as me, but I’ll throw it out there anyway)(and because this post needs more parentheticals), I use BDSM associations to help me remember which types of beer are top-fermented and which are bottom-fermented.
Your philosophy intrigues me and I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
In college, there was a beer garden that I loved to frequent that had a dizzying selection and educational materials about beer- and ale-making at all the tables. I have forgotten most of what I learned, sadly.
That sounds like my kind of place, Moira! Although it seems to me the educational materials weren’t meant to stick. I mean, can anyone really be expected to learn anything permanent about beer while drinking it?
Beer garden? Does beer grow on nice tall stalks like corn? Or is it more of a tuber? That’s what I get for being chronically sober; I don’t know any of this kind of stuff :-p
Like money, beer grows on trees. Beer garden is perhaps a bit of a misnomer. Beer orchard would be more appropriate.
Ooohh, ok, that makes sense. Of course it would need to be trees, to have stronger branches to support to weight of the cans.
[clavin] Supposedly, drinking beer while studying helps you retain more information. I’m going to assume that there’s a bell curve that goes along with this study that shows the effect tapering as beer consumption goes up. [/clavin]
There may be some truth in that. The best presentation I ever gave was preceeded by about an hour of drinking
My professor from the class before my presentation decided that since everyone had been doing so well on the homework and pop quizes, instead of having a mid-term she took us out to a bar and bought a few rounds of pitchers (Senior only class if I recall). After I’d split a pitcher and a half with said professor, she realizes that I should be going to class soon:
“Uh, Taco, don’t you have class in like 10 minutes?”
“Yes, actually I do. I should probably go now so I have enough time to set up my presentation.”
I downed the rest of my beer and hurried off to class. I gave a kick-ass presentation, answered questions for 10 minutes, and flourished my way back to my seat. The professor of that class as I sat down:
“Didn’t I see you in Cafferey’s like 20 minutes ago?”
“In fact you did.”
“That might explain why you weren’t a nervous wreck this time. New plan for your presentations, Taco: Three beer minimum.”
I got 98% for the presentation, it counted for 1/3 of my grade.
[semi-topical aside]A great stretch back, for a boss and an office now long-since gone, the boss had a some-time friend with more money than sense. Said worthy emulated a dragonfly on amphetamines, too. Gave a lie to “mile wide and a foot deep” too–more like an entire parking lot one inch deep, bariing potholes and the like.
In any event, said worthy was dead-set, no-budging, do-or-die bound to the idea of opening a biergarten. Not that he knew pilsner from pivo, bud from bitter, nor Lite from lager. Nor the first thing about business, either, being, at that time, 0 for 12 over just shy of 15 years (just lucky at genetics, having been born to really really really rish grandparents).
My boss was smart enough to realize that a fool’s money spends the same, so we “pursued” the project, but only after exerything else was done, first. That latter aspect rather easy since, architecturally, this was like a crossword missing half the diagram and half the clues.
Nothing like “minor details” left blank–like any sort of site plan (makes it hard to establish where the delivery door is, or where to put the trash cans, grease trap, etc.) Or just what the target capacity was to be (without an occupant load, it’s hard to scale bar and kitchen size; staff size, and associated ammenities; even mundane items like how big to make rest rooms).
It was my turn to create some billable content one month, and we had a note to detail the landscaping on the “lanai” (yes, we had a direction to make a tiki-czech-surf beach-key west-bavarian bierskalle-english pub). So, I was busy annotating sturdy, multi-zone flora for which I had no data about shade or water or soil conditions¹.
Having committed myself to the task, I could not resist a couple of things that begged to be set on the drawings (if only to see who noticed). I specified ilex vomitoria² as a space divider, and Humulus lupulus³ for the arbors/pergola. No one noticed. There was an oil bust in 85, I was laid off–took up naval trade after that.
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¹In those, pre-computer, days, we kept binder of project information so we could cross-reference things like client meetings, resolved questions; client changes. It was not uncommon to have a folder or binder of “discovered” items–both “so you don’t have to look it up too” and “whoda-thunk-it” items. For this project whe had a giant folder of (well thumbed) beer tap equipment. We also had a bunch of “imagineering” items. Drip irrigation for one; custom full-size florals, too. One stout soul had gone through every lighting catalog in the then-known universe (this is before the internet) and found sun/grow lights in narrow-beam spotlight format.
²Ilex vomitoria is the common yaupon holly. It’s name is not from emesis, but from vomitare, splayed like fingers, from the way the leaves grow. Only latin scholars people with medical backgrounds know the difference between vomitare and emesis, though.
³Humulus lupulus is Hops. It’s an excellent climber and creeper. In many climates it’s an ideal plant for arbors and similar living-shade devices. Has pretty flowers that generally do not attract stinging insects nor evacuating avian visitors. It is not a broadly-tolerant plant though, no mater how apt for a biergarten it might be.
For the record, 502 Bad Gateway error, 9:42 am Eastern, Windows IE. Had to clear cache.
I haven’t had any trouble in the snark lounge, but the fora have been broken for me two days in a row now:
Eww, I just checked the fora and I’m getting the same thing.
It got that yesterday when trying to read an older thread. I thought maybe that was why.
All my threads are broken and I have fully, fatally unraveled fora.
Still no 5nn Errors (huzzzah)
But, Forum threads give the var-export error:
Error is repeated, verbatim in two entries.
As of 1553 CST 16 Dec 10
504 Bad Gateway timeout when trying to give an adore.
9:42EST, FF on a Mac. Cleared cache and it made it all better.
Edit: Jinx to Lola.
Got my first 502 Bad Gateway just a few minutes ago when trying to refresh the page. First time I ever got it, too. Work computer again; I’ve still never had any errors from home.
Bad gateway! Bad! No treat for you.
Yep, me too..on IE…so far FF is okay.
FF on work computer is working today. Got my style sheet back, hurrah. Contrast still sucks on this monitor. Adjustments don’t help.
Spoke too soon. Stylesheet is gone again but I’m too lazy to go looking for it.
Edited to add: and it’s back again…
Testing to see if I get errors.
edit: I do not, and the edit works. IE7.
What is this style sheet of which you speak?
I am now getting the terribly unhelpful “Internal Error” dialog box frequently when I try to hand out doors.
I got that right before it went to the 502 error this morning.
Too bad I’m getting my brother-in-law socks for Christmas or this would be the perfect gift. But then he is a redneck logger type.
I wonder if this one will cause the place to burn down like that Alamo Beer sign at the Arlen Fire Department.
I bet Sparky had a love bird cleaning his keyboard while he was typing, like I have right *ouch* now. I need to post pictures of Jake on Facebook.
Wouldn’t that work better on Twitter?
Ha! Did you hear about the merger between YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook? They plan to call it YouTwitFace. 8)
Windrose, you made me audibly snerk at work :-p
That was one hella big beer bottle!
Biggest bottle opener EVER!
Biggest opener OF ALL TIME!
Im giant church key low price for it. It not notice anything once your drinking giant beer.
Biggest bottle opener EVER!
Sorry, Hammy, but all the guys tell me that.
It’s not the size of the opener, it’s the way you pop the top.
No, it’s definitely the size. Size and technique… for just about anything.
Well, it was 1998 after all….
Sigh…just don’t make ’em like they used to, do they?
Coors lightzilla
I’m thinking those beads of moisture must be tears.
Yeah, that or urine.
Coors Light is made with both, so six of one, half dozen of the other, really.
Coors was the first beer I ever tasted at age 13. I never drank beer again and I didn’t drink any alcohol at all until I was 18. Quit drinking completely at age 20 because my alcohol tolerance was too high and I never got hung over.
I grew up tasting Budweiser and Coors occasionally to see if I’d learned to like beer yet. It wasn’t until I tasted a microbrew in college that I realized it wasn’t beer in general that I disliked.
Stephanae, I’m with you. My parents aren’t beer drinkers so my exposure to it at home was fairly minimal. However, I remember being at a frat party in my sophomore year of college when they were handing out Keystone *twitch* and one of my roommate’s friends showed up with some stout. Guinness was hard to find in that area (and it wasn’t even Guinness) at that time, so I wasn’t overly familiar with stout. Basically after I tasted it, it took some self-control not to bogart the entire bottle.
It’s a world of difference, isn’t it, Lola? Oh dear, I have very poor impulse control, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be compelled to stop on the way home now and splurge on a variety or three of Samuel Smith.
Stephanae, with a few small exceptions (Henry Weinhard’s Ireland Style Ale, fruit-flavored weissens, the Scottish heather Fraoch Ale), if I consider having a beer, it’s stout by default – and preferably one of the chocolate ones, as well
taco box with some taco
Quick, everyone say “Spambot!”
Hey! That’s the same box that I keep my man parts in!
Er…
Nevermind.
So Windy’s gonna punch you in the man parts?
Well, to do that she’ll have to hit them while they’re in the box.
As long as it’s not her box, I don’t think she’ll mind.
Oops. I didn’t say “Spambot” fast enough.
S-P-A-M, B-O-T-T-, SpamBott!
Am I the only one who thinks that it’s really weird that Kanye West took a beer cap sign to the Oscars that looks almost exactly like the one in today’s CL ad. Talk about HUGE coincidence!
I think it was the Grammys. So that makes sense.
Why would Kanye go to the Grammys? Maybe it was that time where Beyonce won the Pulitzer for that music video?
You know… the one about the beer cap.
Now that I think about it some more, I’m pretty sure it was the Tonys.
“If you like it, put a cap on it”? That song?
If you like it so much, shouldn’t you NOT put a cap in it?
Depends on whether you want to gaze on its living beauty or hang its carcass on your swingset.
It’s a VERY HUGH co-inkydink…
Hey! You spelled… oh, I sea what you did their!
Since I found my brackets:
[matt] I resemble today’s title, but I doubt I could do a better job of butchering the English language than Sparky. [/matt]
The words English I use good.
I bet I could do a worser job of it, but anything I won would have to go to my next of kin after my head exploded.
I feel slighted and ignored somehow.
Ugh, Coors Light gives me a headache (usually during the first 1/3 of drinking one)–thus they have all sorts of negative connotations for me.
Not least of which would be when has run out of the good dark beer and applies silver bullets instead.
Sadly then bein hangin on parapet or glacis; or in truly dire circumstance, rampart.
Hello, *tap*tap*tap* this on?
Westies are all clobbered with 5nn errors?
Only the shadow seems to know
I was driving home through the 1 inch of snow and trying to avoid all the idiots on the road.
I was trying to do a little bit of actual work at work.
I stayed home today, it was mushy snow and ice all day long. Probably be worse in the morning. On the plus side there was a peahen (possibly a peacock, I didn’t get close enough to check for sure) on our porch this morning.
On the plus side: No school! On the downside: Our Holiday Concert was canceled and the make-up day is on my birthday.
Firm’s holiday party. Decent nosh, but yawn of a bar selection. Came home earlyish.
Hmm, much debate on whether companies ought allow alcohol consumption at company-sponsored events. Or, at least locally, some exists.
Ah, j’comprende
Usually spend the last hour give or take of the work day in the reception area, trying to make people happy so they will go home. Tonight the crowd was light. 8) Going home in 5 more minutes. Then Honey and I will do In’N’Out, and then decide what’s for dinner.
Been working – driving home soon. (Should have left already but stopped here first…)
I was at an “old peoples” party… or so it was dubbed by one of the only two teenagers there. However, these ladies sure know how to cook, so it wasn’t too much of a hardship.
I did learn something… I don’t like hominy.
Craiglist so easy caveman could do.
caveman cutout could do
TacoMagic, here’s your Spambot Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Plank Road!