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. Continue reading “Maybe it was the rats”
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? Continue reading “Fredo Wang: the StifMeister”
From two hours ago:
Moe: There is no evidence that some drunk guy was drunk.
Me: He blew a .4.
Moe: There is no evidence that some drunk guy is responsible for having his ass beat.
Me: He talked shit to those guys that did it. So said the one trying to get out of it. That is evidence.
Moe: There is no evidence that mere words make you partly responsible for having your ass beat.
Me: You talk crap to drunk people, you can expect to get a beat down. Law of the jungle
Me: Also, it is a violation of the man rules to talk in the bathroom, especially at a urinal. Duh!
Moe: We are advocates for our clients.
Me: We are beholden to the truth.
Moe: Fine. There is no “credible” evidence, then.
Me: I can write that.
Stop running into people. – Superstar
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 you thought it was safe.
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. Continue reading “ACID FLASHBACK THURSDAY: University Lincoln Mercury”
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: