Sign language for I am a moronic dope.
It has come to my attention that kids say the darnedest things, but more often than not, the kids don’t know when to shut the fuck up. But, it should go without saying, use your responsible adult ear filters and listen to your child when necessary. Especially when they say, “Get off me. I’m suffocating.” Or “Don’t leave me in this hot car.” Or “My left arm is going numb.”
Today is the NFL Pro Bowl game, perhaps the most important sporting event “ever”. To clarify, since “ever” is in quotes, it means it is baseless and stupid. I’d rather watch these all-stars play Bingo or compete against the winners of the Puppy Bowl.
And now, a mash up.
Let’s review this week: Trump is and always will be weak. Roger Stone is oblique. Michael Cohen is afraid to leak. Maddow is still a news geek. The logic behind the border wall is bleak. The longest government shutdown was unique. U.S. Representative Steve King is a racist.
And now, a mash up.
Back in the day, Robitussin® came in a glass bottle and the box was made of wood. Another case that progress ruins packaging.
I’m 14 years old. I’m at the drug store seeing if they got any new comic books. I am intrigued by a new candy product called Charm’s Blow-Pop®, which is supposedly both a candy and a chewing gum. My thoughts of how ludicrous this concept is was interrupted by a famous rock star, who half whispers to me, “Hey, do me a solid, and buy these three bottles of Robitussin® cough syrup for me.” Keep in mind, this was the ‘70s, so anyone could buy anything as long as they had the money and proper intent. He gives me a handful of wadded up bills. “Keep the change. I’ll meet you around the corner.”
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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