Of course, you are strapped in as though you are climbing the Aggrocrag, but it's still quite fun and, at times, scary. Indeed, by the end of it, the endorphin rush I got forced a smile to my otherwise stolid or scowling face.
The second objective is to point out two funny things I saw, also on Saturday. The first was at Herb Hillz (read: Herb-euh Hill-jeuh, remember?). Here you go:
Clearly, they are attempting Superman, but what makes it work on a whole new level is that "sopa" is the Korean word for "sofa" because they can't pronounce F. So, the obese female cut out clearly just needs help getting her fat ass off the couch for the pizza delivery guy. And I'm totally stealing Sopaman's line the next time someone asks me for help. "Hey, girl OK!"
The second was at a friend's apartment. Yesssss:
I, too, am anti-calculus. I assume that with the application of this paste, you become impervious to functions. Now, before we run away with this one, we should be aware that calculus can also mean tartar, and that was obviously the intention here. However, if you ever see an American toothpaste with "anti-calculus" on it, please let me know and I'll kick my own teeth in (and all the calculus that comes with them). It seems more like a political statement than a feature, doesn't it? This toothpaste is pro-subsidized healthcare, anti-communism, and anti-calculus
On Sunday, I didn't even get dressed. That's how I roll.
Ugh, I have a food baby.
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