Today in Passive Aggression
“I’ve never seen it done that way” – Moe
Maybe it was the rats, squeaking, and waiting to pounce. Maybe it was the gurgle of some unspeakably horrible, probably biologic fluid being illegally dumped (allegedly) in some nearby corridor. Something woke me. It wasn’t the daylight, because this godforsaken place seemed unfamiliar with direct sunlight.
I looked around.
What the hell is the point of “pussy wagon” on the tailgate of this Dodge truck? For the longest time, some Dodge truck trims were called “Power Wagons.” Then Chrysler started calling their trucks “Dodge Ram.” A couple years ago, they dropped the “Dodge” in favor of simply “Ram.” With that history as a backdrop (notwithstanding the whole “ram”/”[just try to] dodge [the] ram” innuendo), what do we think the message is?
Stop running into people. – Superstar Words to live by… You know me – ordinarily no parked car is safe. No pedestrian is safe (especially when they’re next to a puddle). Not just one, two idiots tried to run me down in a parking lot. One was half successful. Read the whole story at Drive-By Shootings: Just when…
A million years ago, there was a car dealer called University Lincoln Mercury. Innocuous building, two doors down from the Minute Market.
Used cars were sold out of a trailer on a dirt mound in the middle of the lot. Behind the dirt mound, they displayed a red and white used
Duster with a 340 ’59 Edsel for a while. I loved that car – maybe too much.
The Glove didn’t fit – Wick Sollers Chewbacca – Johnny Cochran Basically, We love Joe so you’re misreading the evidence, mr. report. The emails to Joe didn’t mean Paterno, they meant Piscopo. Or the Plumber. Somebody said something different, so your argument is invalid. I have a few thoughts: HE’S FUCKING DEAD. This is about…