As the last notes fade from “Symphony for the Righteous Destruction of Humanity in E-Minor,” we hear the tentative sounding of the first chords of “Fly, Fly Little Sebastian”
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Finally! Someone has invited me to play Candy Crush Saga! I feel so important that they want me to be a part of it!
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Where can I get a2 milk?
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Amazon Fire workshop
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Revenge is a dish that poisons the one who serves it
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Remember when we had a fake MySpace Party, and people came from miles away, and lined up to have their picture taken with me, thinking I was really Tom?
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So where can I go to get a good recommendation on recommendations?
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If you’re seldom doing anything you don’t want to, chances are someone else is taking up your slack.
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Lying in bed with an ice pack. Stung by a bunch of yellow jackets while I was mowing. Isn’t June early for them?
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This whole thing with mascot names has gotten out of hand. The most ridiculous, until now, was Elon University, which changed its mascot from “Fighting Christians” to “Phoenix. Apparently, it’s OK to have as a mascot a mythological bird that dies and rises from ashes, but not a Christian, who survives lion’s dens and such. Mascot names are not supposed to be general comments on actual groups of people. Wake’s Demon Deacon wasn’t meant to disparage Baptists. All mascots, whether Cowboys, Wrecks, Blue Hoses, or whatever, are supposed to be characters whose good qualities are inspiring to fans. Braves, Redskins, Indians as mascots are exaggerated in the same way the Demon Deacon is. UNCSA was wise to pick a pickle as a mascot. Because the way things are going, someone is gonna be offended by most anything else. Native Americans got a bad deal from the immigrating Europeans (along with Africans, Indians, East Asians, and pretty much everyone else). It would be nice to spend more time trying to remedy that, and less time on sports.
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