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******************************************************************************************************************** A little hint for all you wanna-be restaurant owners out there: the first thing anyone ever notices about your restaurant is the name. Do your business a favor and give your restaurant a good name. Actual restaurant names as seen on vacation: Perky's Pizza, Mad Boar Restaurant, and worst, Flaming Amy's Burrito Barn. Please. Don't make us think of indigestion as soon as we hear the name of your food service establishment. ******************************************************************************************************************** You know what bothers me? Those music compilation CDs, Now [insert number here] and Kidz Bop. Especially Kidz Bop. Who thought of that anyway? "Let's make a bunch of kids with little to no singing ability sing along with once popular songs, and then release the CD just as the masses are getting sick of the songs!" Apparently they're not making much profit on it - the ads are just as cheap-looking as when they started. ******************************************************************************************************************** You know in movies, when the people (within the movie) are watching a scary movie, and they get to the scariest part, and they jump and popcorn spills all over the place? They mustn't like popcorn much - the scariest part is at the end, and most people finish eating in the first 15 minutes or so. ******************************************************************************************************************** Another movie thing- Nine times out of ten in movies, when it starts to rain, it starts to pour. Like one minute it's just cloudy and the next minute it's WHOOSH. As much as I love WHOOSH-ing, rain happens GRADUALLY. It's usually cloudy, then a trickle, then a drizzle, then WHOOSH. Very rarely does it go straight to the WHOOSH stage. But hey, I get to type WHOOSH five times!! W000T!!! ******************************************************************************************************************** You know when things are due, like library books or movie rentals or something, it's always due at 11:59 that day? But the next day doesn't start until 12:01 AM according to most schedules. Where does midnight go? Does it just not exist? Are all those horror movies where generic bad stuff happens at midnight totally bogus? Do we have 365 less minutes in a year than we think??? What about the countdown at New Years????? What if EVERYTHING I KNEW WAS A LIE?!?!??!?!?! ******************************************************************************************************************** I figured out why I stink at sports - I have zero hand-eye coordination. ZERO. Mostly, though, I double-check just about EVERYTHING mentally. In fast sports you have to trust shat you see. In the time it takes me to mentally double-check that a ball is coming towards me, the ball whacks me in the face. At least I know it was, in fact, coming towards me. |
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I had two theories about flea markets: 1) Flea markets are full of junk that attracts fleas. 2) Flea markets make people want to flee. I looked it up on the internet, and it turns out the first theory was mostly true. In back alleys in France, people would hold markets that were notorious for fleas. So they were called flea markets. - Aren't you happy? You learned something new today! ******************************************************************************************************************** Have you seen that pre-movie ad in the theaters with that stuntman? The one against movie piracy? Anyway, the stuntman imitates people talking about a movie and says, "you gotta see this action sequence." Who says "action sequence?" Normally, it's like, "Dude, you gotta see this thing, when this dude, he does this thing!" "...Dude, that sounds AWESOME!!" "Dude, I know!" Only there's normally a few more "dude"s and some high-fives or grunts or something interspersed in there, too. ******************************************************************************************************************** I was thinking: Me? Buns of Steel? *pshaw* Buns of CUSTARD, baby!!! W0000T!! |
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