Boo Boo Feet. That’s what I used to call the guy doing the tipping- when I read those Star Wars for kids books to my kids as bedtime stories. Made ’em nuts.
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Y’ever see that video of the guy that built elaborate glitter-and-stink bombs just to cause trouble for Porch Pirates?
He’s my hero.
Buying candy for the holidays is a strategic hot mess.
For instance, I used to do as John here does. I’d buy what I liked and gave out as few as I felt I could give, short of making myself feel miserly.
-Meaning if you were over sixteen and you didn’t have a costume and you came along at the end of the evening when the happy families were home already- your chances were pretty dang slim that you’d get one of my ‘100 Grand’ bars.
Nowadays, I’ve had disappointing talks with doctors and with other people my age and I buy candy that I couldn’t care less about and don’t enjoy. Or, so far this year, I let my wife purchase the candy because she always gives me dirty looks as though she knows what that bag weighs and will cave in my skull if she detects an ounce of candy has been taken from the bag and added to my gut.
This needs to be a comic strip. A business strip, like Dilbert, but with a SoulSucker running around. He could be named “Suckbert” and he eats any lasagna that people leave in the break room fridge. The cubicle dwellers would be parodies of famous celebrities and other comic strip characters. It’s probably brilliant, but I can’t tell. I’m horrible at predicting that kinda thing.
Dr. Suess started off as an editorial cartoonist, y’know?
I actually do this when I walk my dog. Troy is channeling me, and I’m not quite dead yet.
Traffic is a constant source of amazement and lunacy and hatefulness and hilarity- sometimes all at once.
Us guys with little protection on the roof gotta learn that not every hat can serve to keep off the sunburn. Ask the poor dude who shaves his head for the first time, dons a trucker’s cap, and goes to the ballgame that afternoon.
Ouch.
Nice of the neighbors to share all the sounds of their expensive fireworks, right?
