“When I write, I usually take a can of Pringles potato chips and eat only 13.
Any flavor will do. If that doesn’t satisfy me, then I eat 13 more.
While I’m eating, it gives me a good way to stop and look at what I wrote, and to concentrate on correcting my mistakes.
This is my lucky way (and an excuse) to write a good story while eating a good can of potato chips.” —Michele Jenkins
While searching for a post image I found THIS
Phriggin’ Pringles . . .
Have a great weekend folks
~m
Borrowed this from Raincoaster.
She’s got mad skillz with the blog meme . . .
What Your Pizza Reveals |
 You have a hearty appetite. You are likely to complain if a restaurant has small portions.You are a very picky pizza eater. Not any pizza will do. You fit in best in the Northeast part of the US.Your taste is rather complex and sophisticated. You consider yourself a gourmet – and a bit of a snob.You are dependable, loyal, and conservative with your choices. You are cultured and intellectual. You should consider traveling to Vienna. The stereotype that best fits you is metrosexual. Your friends secretly agree. |
With 210 calories and 8 grams of fat, the jelly-filled donut is a sin.
Well, these days I tend to think so.
~m
“Hey, Dave, what’s up with that healthy glow? What happened to your good old pasty, cadaver-like complexion?”
{Dave laughs}
“Oh, Bill. I had a nice and relaxing visit at the Clean as a Whistle Colonics Spa this weekend and man, I feel grrrrreat!”
In the not too distant future this could conceivably be a normal conversation at the office water cooler . . . or not.
I know, you’re wondering where the hell I’m going with this right?
Now and then I see an article in the paper that sends my “Pinch me, I must be dreaming” meter into orbit.
Yesterday, an article in the Metro on colonics sent me to Pluto.
Now I’m back to give you a report.
Colonics; the infusion of water into the rectum by a colon therapist to cleanse and flush out the colon
They better damn well use the Evian with me. {sniff, sniff}
In fact, make it a double.
It’s essentially an expensive enema for folks with nothing better to do with their money than, well, shove it up their bum.
I’m sure it has substantial health benefits and all that stuff but come on.
How far can something like this really go?
I get my prostate checked once a year and I still feel dirty 6 months later so from a psychological standpoint what in God’s name would one of these treatments do to me?
I’d have to sign up for rectal therapy.
Sheesh.
Anyway, it just struck me as an interesting service but how the hell could you promote it without laughing?
Maybe I’m ahead of the curve here but I’ve come up with a few choice names for establishments offering this procedure.
In a span of 20 minutes I came up with over twenty names (which was half the fun).
Here are a few names I really liked:
Feel free to leave me a name or two.
Once you get started, the names just kinda flow . . . like water
~m
ps.
For those wondering why I’m posting less frequently, I spend most warm summer nights out on the deck with a cigar and my favorite brew taking me away from the computer.
I truly live for this time of the year.
I know.
I’m a sick, twisted bastard.
Shut up and pass the A-1 sauce.
~m
Just found Saskatoon’s website.
They sell the above billboard artwork on a t-shirt. Check it out.
I know.
I’m a sick, twisted bastard.
Shut up and pass the A-1 sauce.
~m
Just found Saskatoon’s website.
They sell the above billboard artwork on a t-shirt. Check it out.
My youngest has stolen my fire…
Click on the above pic for a hilarious video that the little bugger posted before her dear old Dad.
I gotta say, she definitely has my twisted sense of humor.
~m
