Ahh, I remember Arthur.
Arthur Treacher.
A small-town boy’s introduction to fried fish.
And chips.
Sometimes there are deep thoughts that pop up at odd times during a day.
Like how did people discover or come up with certain things, such as carbonated water. Who thought of that and made it happen? Did someone get a load of sea foam and think, “We need more of that and in a form we can drink!”
As someone once said, I have to think these things up.
Banal fact: I’ve never seen any of the ‘Friday the 13th’ movies.
Seems a stupid thing to start now. Also, I always get confused between the hockey guy and the Mike Meyers guy – or are they the same dude? Was there ever a mash-up? How is Austin Powers tied into all of this? Don’t answer – I don’t care. Happy Friday the 13th.
I am one of the social media users that simply doesn’t know.
There will often come a point in the day when I simply channel En Vogue and ask myself in exasperated silence, “Why oh why must it be this way?”
Funky Divas unite.
Remember when everyone thought using a cel phone at the gas station would blow the whole place up?
Seems like such a long, innocent time ago…
Echoing this fun post with a feline twist, here we have another jab at all those weirdos with a hugely unjustified persecution complex.
Seeing co-workers in the office elevator: not a nod of recognition.
Seeing co-workers in a random store: hi bestie!!!
Seriously, the Republican Party is weird.
Especially the top two tiers of that crazy ticket.
“In time every sad ending becomes happy.
A sad ending only exists because the author stops telling the story.
The story goes on, it is just untold.”
This seems wildly inappropriate for a children’s shirt.
The children are our future.
Teach them well and let them lead the way.