Weekly random thoughts. Since I’m self-employed it’s my version of water cooler talk: no one to talk to so it goes out to cyberspace.
Does it make me racist that the commercials for Jif brand hazelnut spread freak me out cause I’m seeing peanut butter “dark?”
I wonder if stool pigeons resent their name because they actually never get to sit down?
Do marshmallows ever want to go on strike because of the way they are mis-treated compared to other food items that face the camp fire, all that melting and squishing?
I think that the makers of Gallo wine originally wanted to call it Galileo, but they were too drunk to spell it.
In an effort to live a quieter life, my burp is worse than my bite.
I wonder if the creators of tacos were just too lazy to eat their salads with forks?
I didn’t watch the State of the Union—did we beat the Confederacy?
The difference between a vegetarian and a vegan is not about the dairy but really about the willingness to never celebrate Halloween the same again.
Imagine how our cities would look if Picasso had chosen architecture.
I don’t have a television, so my Super Bowl is a l-o-o-o-o-t of chicken noodle.