Au Contraire mon frere on the affordability of razor blades. You can get a pack of 10 disposable razors at Dollar General for One Dollar. They are not worth a shit but if you are broke and really want to shave like maybe for a "job interview" (yeah, right) you can afford to shave
In no particular order (since they ALL swell my nuts equally): 1. People who STOP at a blinking yellow light. - Learn the traffic laws idiots!! If it ain't red, OR there's no stop sign being held down with sandbags, OR there's no cop in the road directing traffic, DO NOT STOP at the intersection. The light is RED for the OTHER cars. THEY are the ones who must stop. 2. People who don't know that you can turn left on red on a one way street. 3. People who think that, simply because they put on their blinker, they have a God-given right to get over in front of you immediately whether you want them to or not and then they get upset when you don't let them over. 4. People who stop at the end of the interstate merge ramp. 5. People who park in handicap spots that walk faster and better than you and I. Do they ALL have some sort of internal or unrecognizable handicap that we can't see? Yeah, right. Ever notice how many of these "handicapped" people drive big, fancy cars? Hmmmm..... 6. People who pronounce coupon and nuclear as Q-pon and New-Q-ler. There is NO Q in either word! coup(on), soup, coupe...they all rhyme!!! Imagine that! 7. People on cell phones: - in the left lane going slow - in the grocery store - in the movies - in restaurants What happened to the good ol' days when only drug dealers had cell phones? 8. People who use the self-checkout at Walmart when they have a month's worth of groceries in their buggy. 9. People who use food stamps (screw the PC term "La. Purchase Card"), my tax money, to buy food then whip out a roll of hundreds that could choke a horse so they can buy booze and cigs. These same people also buy steak for their DOGS because dog food can't be bought with food stamps. See anything wrong with THAT picture?! 10. Fast food employees and level of service in general.
Burger King! Unbelievable. Slowest place with the worst service and highest chance your order is wrong. I only go their because I really enjoy their burger, but man o man. Bottom of the barrell all the way around.
Which reminded me of this joke..... Every day, a male employee walks up very close to a female co-worker at the coffee machine. He stops, inhales quite deeply and says that her hair smells nice. After a week of this, the woman can't stand it any more. She takes her issue to a supervisor in Human Resources and asks to file a sexual harassment grievance against the guy. The supervisor is puzzled and asks, "What's threatening about a co-worker telling you your hair smells nice?" It's Frank. The midget."
Burger King should no longer be classified as a fast food place. When I was a kid I really like Whoppers but now I can't stand them.
I don't know where you're from but I was born and raised in Baton Rouge and I have always pronounced it Q pon. My Dad grew up in Central Louisiana and he pronounced it Q pon. My mother pronounced it Q pon. Her parents were Cajuns who spoke French as their first language and my mother grew up in Houston. You must be some kind of damn Yankee! On the other hand I have never said new-Q-ler but thats the way John F Kennedy pronounced it and he was a Harvard graduate who was President of the USA. He also pronounced Cuba as Cuber. [/quote] There was never a day when only drug dealers had cell phones. You must be thinking of beepers.Drug dealers used beepers and pay phones.
Nothing is for sure but generally the ones that holler at you, "Sir! Sir!" and then try to tell you a story are bullshit artists. The ones that just hold a sign that says "Please Help" or simply ask for spare change are usually the truly needy. I especially try to help the homeless handicapped and blind. Life is tough for those people. I'd rather pay a con artist every now and then than ignore a feller so down on his luck that he's reduced to asking for change when I've got money to waste on beer and pretzels. Urban legend, I'd guess. Or the hardest way to make six figures that I've ever heard of.
My mom was prematurely gray in her 30's but very stylish about it. I remember a lady asking her one day, "Who frosted your hair, it looks great?". Mom said "God".
