Gasoline Rainbows
Dog owners get upset when they can’t bring their dogs inside a restaurant. Why are you getting mad? Why can’t you bring your dog inside? Because this is a people establishment. You don’t see people trying to get into a doghouse.
They need to fire ever single ref in NBA and higher all knew people. –a friend’s Facebook post
There’s a a truck rental company called Suppose U Drive. Huh? Pretty passive-aggressive, unlike the more direct U-Haul.
Depending on how it’s written or the font it’s in, the letter W should be renamed Double-V.
A few mornings ago, a couple of dog owners were out yapping about their dogs as usual. One said to the other, “Lately my dog’s been like Grrrrrrrr to other dogs, and I don’t know why.” Hmmm, I have a theory. Maybe it’s because your dog is a dog.
Gasoline rainbows are a strange phenomenon. I’m sure everyone’s seen one before. It’s when gas leaks from cars and mixes with rainwater, puddles, or any other liquid in the street. (That didn’t sound right.) You can see a rainbow in the mixture. This is cool and all, but the real phenomenon is seeing a butt in your cup of coffee. Do you know what I’m talking about? Has anyone seen it? The light hits your cup at such an angle and then presto! You’ve got a butt in your cup. Look for it. Palabra.
Witnessed this convo the other day:
Person 1: Hey. How are ya?
Person 2: Fine. How are you?
Person 1: busy. I don’t have time to talk.
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Don’t initiate a dialogue if you don’t have time to speak, crackhead. That’s like someone saying that they won’t whup your ass, and then 10 minutes later, that person whups your ass…which actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea right about now.
The corner of Lankershim and Hatteras in North Hollywood has a weed dispensary called NoHo’s Finest and a car dealership called LA’s Best. As far as I know, this has gots to be the cockiest street intersection in the city.
I’m not here for the fight game. I’m here for the love game.
–said by a old guy in a wifebeater and shorts rubbing his gut while looking down at the empty seat next to him on the bus last Saturday
When people say they’re leaving work for the day for personal reasons, isn’t that a given? Has anyone ever left because of public reasons?
Over on the Westside, there’s a watch shop with a “FREE BATTERY FOR LIFE” banner in front of it. Does that mean you get free batteries for the rest of your life, or a free battery for the life of the battery? I think I just confused myself.
I know a guy whose dancing looks like Spider-Man caught in his own web with his ass on fire.
I know a lady who stumbled around at a meeting like Frankenstein trying to do Tai Chi just after getting off a high-speed merry-go-round.
I know a dude whose laugh sounds like he got caught in a bear trap and shot in the buttocks at the same time.
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