Jason and a whole crew of friends are in Vegas this weekend celebrating an upcoming wedding, and I decided that our relationship is significant enough to require some communcation about the expectations of his behavior. It could go without saying, but I’d rather be explicit about these things.
Don’t kill any hookers.
Gotta lay down the ground rules, or they start walking all over you.
Spanks to the Stephanie for the sweet Goodwill hunting tee, and the Heavy Metal Librarian for the hot pic.
I found the most amazing artist (via Drawn) who created an image of the Damen stop of the blue line (in Chicago) using Illustrator and Photoshop. Truly ill.
Artist’s rendering:
Actual Damen stop:
This was like a bazillion years ago, but I haven’t blogged in so long, I kind of forget how it goes.
So here’s today’s thingie: Straight-A Student Pulled From Class Over Hair Color: School Forbids ‘Distracting’ Hairstyles (There’s a picture.)
She’s this totally cute, smartie girl who can’t have red highlights. I took this as a personal affont. What could possibly be next? Visual distraction is fun. That’s what I say. More fun than stupid boys in my class ripping farts every five minutes in Mr. Ketelsen’s eight grade english class.
Iiiiii mean, ahem, perhaps they should think about what’s distracting and what’s not. *Grumble* Just because it’s a natural function does not make you free to create the loudest possible farts. It was an epidemic during junior high. How did they do that even? I spent all my time learning how to make them silent. (Another superpower.)
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This was like a bazillion years ago, but I haven’t blogged in so long, I kind of forget how it goes.
So here’s today’s thingie: Straight-A Student Pulled From Class Over Hair Color: School Forbids ‘Distracting’ Hairstyles (There’s a picture.)
She’s this totally cute, smartie girl who can’t have red highlights. I took this as a personal affont. What could possibly be next? Visual distraction is fun. That’s what I say. More fun than stupid boys in my class ripping farts every five minutes in Mr. Ketelsen’s eight grade english class.
Iiiiii mean, ahem, perhaps they should think about what’s distracting and what’s not. *Grumble* Just because it’s a natural function does not make you free to create the loudest possible farts. It was an epidemic during junior high. How did they do that even? I spent all my time learning how to make them silent. (Another superpower.)
Q: How do fish get from one side of the pond to the other?
A: Carpal tunnel.
*I’m using the patented Invisi-Punchlineâ„¢ technology of The Sneeze.
*I’d like to dedicate this joke to Jake. You don’t hear ME complaining about grad school ailments.
This is Skitty. Skitty evolves into Declatty. FYI. More info and fighting stats here.
Apparently,
Jason feels that this image looks like a pile of body parts. I will refer you to a different picture to gauge the cuteness of Skitty. 