Why do people sometimes sniff their finger after they scratch their butt or crotch?
Hey, I already know that everyone reading this has done it, either on purpose or by accident. So don’t try to pretend you never have, because everyone else will know you’re a liar.
And then we’d make you do the Foo-Foo I’m A Liar Dance of Shame.
Just wondering.
If you were told that you could spend up to $5,000 on any single item, but only one item, what would you buy? What if you were told that for every dollar you spent five dollars would be donated to your favorite charity?
And what if, for every dollar under the $5,000 limit that you don’t spend, you would have to pay $10 to a group or organization you hated?
Did anyone notice the new TMG Favicon?
No?
I didn’t think so.
Damn.
I can hold my peace no longer.
Today I need to say something on my very public website for the whole world to see that may not make sense to everyone, but for those of us who travel a lot, and I mean a whole lot, it will have a very deep and profound meaning. And what I have to say is this; Airports suck ass.
Giant. Puckering. Infected. Ass.
I talk too much.
I’ve got to learn when to keep my big mouth shut. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to hold my tongue when not speaking is the right thing to do, but more often than not I wind up yapping away about the wrong subject and at the worst possible moment in a conversation. This usually leads to public ridicule and derisive laughter, or worse yet, uncomfortable silences. VERY uncomfortable silences.
I’ll give you a quick example;
Coworker #1
“I really hate these clients. No matter what we do, they just keep coming back with more changes. They’re never happy.”Coworker #2
“Yeah. They’re like roaches. No matter what you try they keep coming back to annoy you.”Coworker #3
“Or like a fungus.”GeekMan
“Yeah! Yeah! They’re like dingleberries!”Coworkers #1, 2 & 3
“…”GeekMan
“You know? Dingleberries? The little balls of lint-like fuzz that… ah, get stuck… in your… uhm, butt hair?”[crickets]
GeekMan [hanging head in shame]
“Can I get a do-over? Please?”Coworkers #1, 2 & 3
“Idiot.”
I need a Control-Z for real life, dammit.
I like lunch.
Of all the meals I eat during the day lunch happens to be, if not my favorite, at least in the top five. Possibly even in the top three. Lunch even sounds fun. Truly, it does. Don’t you agree? Come on, say it with me; “Lunch. Lunch, lunch, lunchity-lunch lunch.”
Holy crap. I’m so hungry I could eat my own head.
I’m tired.
It’s been a long night of Election TV and even though I tried to post my thoughts on the whole process earlier today, I wasn’t able to do so because the internet was all ferklempt and I couldn’t seem to log on to this site. So, for right now I’m simply going to say that America has a new president and I’ve got something to say about it, but I won’t be saying it until tomorrow when I can gather my thoughts into a more cohesive post.
In the meantime, who’s up for a rousing game of Joggle?