Tuesday, July 28, 2009
New Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream Flavor
In honor of the 44th President of the United States , Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream has introduced a new flavor: " Barocky Road ."
Barocky Road is a blend of half vanilla, half chocolate, and surrounded by nuts and flakes. The vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and usually denied as an ingredient. The nuts and flakes are all very bitter and hard to swallow. The cost is $100.00 per scoop. When purchased it will be presented to you in a large beautiful cone, but then the ice cream is taken away and given to the person in line behind you. You are left with an empty wallet and no change, holding an empty cone with no hope of getting any ice cream. Are you stimulated?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Let's Play Walmart Bingo!
Have you ever played 'Wal-Mart BINGO?
Copy the attached bingo card and take it with you the next time you visit Wal-Mart. Very funny and very true. Some examples of squares include "Rebel Flag T-Shirt", "Dirty Diaper in Parking Lot", "Child Without Shoes", Etc.
Click on the picture to enlarge and see it better.
Copy the attached bingo card and take it with you the next time you visit Wal-Mart. Very funny and very true. Some examples of squares include "Rebel Flag T-Shirt", "Dirty Diaper in Parking Lot", "Child Without Shoes", Etc.
Click on the picture to enlarge and see it better.
Listerine Kills Mosquitoes. No, really...
Mosquito Spray...Worth a try... I was at a deck party awhile back, and the bugs were having a ball biting everyone. A man at the party sprayed the lawn and deck floor with Listerine, and the little demons disappeared. The next year I filled a 4-ounce spray bottle and used it around my seat whenever I saw mosquitoes.. And voila! That worked as wel l. It worked at a picnic where we sprayed the area around the food table, the children's swing area, and the standing water nearby. During the summer, I don't leave home without it.....Pass it on. I tried this on my deck and around all of my doors. It works - in fact, it killed them instantly. I bought my bottle from Target and it cost me $1.89. It really doesn't take much, and it is a big bottle, too; so it is not as expensive to use as the can of Bug-spray you buy that doesn't last 30 minutes. So, try this, please. It will last a couple of days. Don't spray directly on a wood door (like your front door), but spray around the frame. Spray around the window frames, and even inside the dog house.
Funny Bumper Stickers
"Fairness isn't giving lazy people money" bumper sticker
Detroit Gun Bumper Sticker
"Bend Over, Here It Comes" Bumper Sticker
"Why in the hell should I have to press 1 for English?" Bumper Sticker
"No thanks, I already have a Messiah" Bumper Sticker
"I believe the best social program is a job" Bumper Sticker
"Hey Obama, Redistribute This" Bumper Sticker
"Everything is fine, just keep watching TV" Bumper Sticker
"When the people fear the government, there is tyranny. When the government fears the people, there is liberty." Bumper Sticker
Detroit Gun Bumper Sticker
"Bend Over, Here It Comes" Bumper Sticker
"Why in the hell should I have to press 1 for English?" Bumper Sticker
"No thanks, I already have a Messiah" Bumper Sticker
"I believe the best social program is a job" Bumper Sticker
"Hey Obama, Redistribute This" Bumper Sticker
"Everything is fine, just keep watching TV" Bumper Sticker
"When the people fear the government, there is tyranny. When the government fears the people, there is liberty." Bumper Sticker
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Squirrel Catapult Video
I recently received this video through the email and was impressed by these engineers ingenuity and the fact it has a Jane's Addiction song playing in the background, very nice touch. Living in the south is always a backyard battle with the squirrels and they usually win if you don't have your Daisy sighted in just right. See this squirrel get the ride of his life on a homemade Squir-a-pult. I foresee alot of these being constructed in the coming weekends.
What pets write in their dairies
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
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