SPAM makes a squealing sound like a pig if you push down on it while frying.
I wonder if lOl cats only have 5 lives instead of 9 lives?
One bus transfer is all you need to go any direction all day.
I was going to give a homeless guy some candy but then he littered.
Me: is there lunch at this meeting?
Boss: not unless you brought lunch :-)
Me: I can get McDonald's dollar menu catering
Me: why? Chicken's can't wear boots? I mean where else do you think they get boot shaped nuggets from?
I was too high to parallel park, so I had to park by the park.– Some gibberish about parking
You dynamically generate the tag code.– Insightful but yet terrible thoughts that came to me in my sleep one night.
The 1 dollar upcharge– These words meant something very important at some state, but I can’t remember now.
I had spam for the first time tonight, and it was delicious like I was afraid it...
Without you, my ideas are lonely.– Written on the walls of Pixar to the employees.
It’s not binge drinking if that’s the average.– Justification for St. Pat’s
Books are still alive, they just live in airports now.– My thoughts on the state of reading today
The tv in my car is broken.– Overheard from a stuck up soccer mom
I have to sit in the aisle or I puke.– Old Lady #1 talking to Old Lady #2 at the Airport Gate
So, my son just got out of jail…– Overhead at the St. Louis Bread Co
A guy in the airport bathroom is already hurling and it’s not even St....– SFO
Trickle down economy bagels– The concept of the little people waiting to eat leftover bagels until after the big Monday meeting.
I heard noises from the kitchen and realized it was only popcorn
What High School did you go to?
“So, what school did you go to?” This question usually comes right after an introduction. What it specifically means is, “where did you go to high school?” The question actually makes sense, if you’ve read the above sections on race and religion. They can see your race, and your answer tells them your social status and religion. In one quick exchange, they know...
The St. Louis Stop
St. Louisans almost never come to a complete stop at a 4-way-stop intersection; they slow to maybe 5 miles per hour, and then drive right on through (yielding to quicker or earlier traffic, of course). The “rolling stop” is a St. Louis tradition; we’re famous for it. (apparently this is called the California Roll here)
Nonreligious, unaffiliated, cultural, secular... →
I love the name!
Classic, I’m totally feeling this way this morning after a night out in the Marina.
I want to be the Meng of FM →