I was at Walmart this evening in my small town of 3,000 people. As I was looking for a parking spot there were two empty spots up front. I was about to pull in but noticed something odd in the spot next to my goal. It was a dead chicken. Feathers and all. And it looked to have some sort of pink color connected to it somehow. I don’t even know.
If the Irish have so much damn luck, how come I see WAY more Asian people than Irish people in Vegas? Riddle me that.
I haven’t the slightest idea of what’s going on out in Row 4 of the Walmart parking lot, but I suspect some of you might have some ideas. Let’s hear ’em and the best one gets to join this guy’s band.
Well after all this time I’m still not sold on the whole poppin’ your titty our to feed your child in public. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m completely ok with the first part of that sentence, but as soon as a kid gets involved I lose interest. Maybe someone can change my mind and convince me that it’s a completely natural and acceptable thing to do in public, but it would take some serious Johnny Cochran type of argument to get me on board.