I was at Carl's Jr. today treating myself to some circular cow meat. I like the #6 combo, btw. Because Carl's Jr. has the best playland a lot of mothers like to have lunch together there and bring their kids. So, in short, MILF city. There were two guys, probably both either 19 or 20, shouting all sorts of stupidity at these mothers as well as any other girls in order to prove that they like the feline. One guy in particular was annoying. He kept talking out loud to whoever that he was born an asshole and couldn't help it. I couldn't help to notice that no one cared, nor did they even ask the guy to talk about it in the first place. Then he breaks into the lamest Little John-by-way-of-Dave Chappelle impersonation ever. Hasn't that show been off the air for like three years, or something? That's like shouting "Who let the dogs out" without the irony. The best is when he went up to a 17-year-old girl (I know because she told the guy how old she was after he asked her) and said to her, "I'll see you in a year, little lady. Oh yeah!" He sounded just like Duff Man, if Duff Man had no penis and was a retarded grease monkey. Fast times at the choke and puke, I guess.
Changing subjects, I am a firm believer in something called "random acts of WTF?" Case in point, I drew this on somebody's conference room white board today at work.
Yeah, it says "Sexy Hobo Clown" on there and I drew a vampire that resembles Eugene Levy. That's the point. WTF??? I want there to be somebody very important to walk in this conference room and say out loud, "WTF??!" I want them to spend the rest of their working day trying to figure out what exactly a sexy hobo clown is and what that has to do with a Jewish vampire. I forgot to add a bit of yiddish vampire speak, but then that might actually make sense. Anyway, I recommend that you try something similar at your place of employment.
Guess who I hung out with tonight? I'll give you a clue. She likes the outdoors.
Yes, our very own Outdoorsy Girl was up in my neck of the woods all the way from Atlanta attending her best friend's wedding. Here she is showing off her awesome new camera to me at a Denny's--a classy establishment. She is the official wedding photographer. She took a picture of me that ended up looking like Popeye, my personal hero. Pretty awesome. It was cool to get a rare treat in hanging out for a few hours with one of my fellow Gruntonians.
Have a weekend!
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