It’s almost Friday and some of us are spinning around in our chairs, gnawing on pencils…looking for ignorant stuff on the internet. At least I am, anyway. My goal was to finish up a book submission due by the 27th. Yeah. As you can see, that’s moving along nicely. I got time…I got time. So because I’m a generous person most days, I’m sharing my freshly found ignorance with you here today. May your brain cells shrink and cry out for higher learning.
Click on them thar horsies, pump up the volume and within 35 seconds, someone will have chucked a blunt object in your general direction:
Ever thought to yourself…”Hm. I wonder how much Anacin it’d take to kill me?” Fear not. These aren’t suicidal thoughts….merely ones of a curious nature. So I present to you this calculator tool, allowing you to determine exactly how much of just about anything you’ll need to cease living.
Remember when you were 12 years old? I do. My word of choice was “Bogue”. As in “That is soooo bogue.” Bogue could meaning anything from nasty to magnificent. I sufficiently annoyed a great many folks with that word. Just letting it roll off my tongue brings back a flood of nostalgia. Twelve year olds these days talk and spell like a bunch of dimwits. Don’t believe me, then try this translator to see exactly how a 12 year old would repeat your grown-up words. Don’t hate them…for we must live amongst them….and one day they WILL rule the world:
Okay, this is just about as immature as you can get. The whole “Pull My Finger” routine. Yet somehow, men and women with progressive minds find this juvenile joke positively stimulating. Try it for yourself and lighten up a little.
For those of you who get skittish in moving vehicles…you should probably avoid this site. Tons of “Oops” pics:
I’m a consumer who practices my right of free speech whenever I experience crappy service. I was 9 years old when I made my first official consumer complaint. We were on vacation, passing through Harrisburg, PA. I informed Wendy’s that their taco salad was too watery and that they should probably do something about it if they wanted me to keep asking my Mom and Dad to bring me to their establishment and spend their hard-earned money. They sent me free salad coupons….only redeemable in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Here’s a complaint letter generator for those who can’t seem to find the right words to say:
Since we’re complaining, why did they have to start charging to send e-cards…and why are all of them cheap and tawdry? Who cares! Rattlebox Video E-cards solve this dilemma and make you feel like you’re pulling a fast one over on The Man. Send on!
I’m not sure why I found abducting a cow so humorous. But I did. Maybe you will too:
Okay….last one then it’s back to business. Was it me, or did anyone else notice our former President’s bizarre intrigue with bald heads. C’mon…you saw it too, right? Weird, weird little man:
Authors bio is coming up shortly. 
