This one is almost cliche, but Christmas shit for sale in October bugs me.
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This one is almost cliche, but Christmas shit for sale in October bugs me.
You know what they say: it's a cliche for a reason. I'm going to start putting pumpkins on the Christmas tree and hang Rudolph next to the grim reaper. They sell it all at the same time. I might as well decorate for all seasons at once and just leave it all up until January.
Wimps/whiners. Football team wins 91-0; parents of opposing team file formal charges of bullying against coaches of winning team.
http://www.cnn.com/video/data/2.0/vi...core.ktvt.html
I tried to file bullying charges against Roy Williams after our 1999 matchup with Kansas in the Great Alaska Shootout. Strange that nothing came of that.
The bullying thing is insane. I hope someone thumps the shit out of the parent that filed the complaint.
Troopers running radar on 71 south at 7:30 am on a Sunday. Is this really serving to keep our roads safe?
People who dress like hobos for church. Don't get me wrong. The hubby isn't wearing a suit and tie, and I'm not in my "Sunday best" clutching my pearls, but I still think we can do better than sweatpants, ill-fitting (i.e. too small, too tight) Bengals sweatshirts from the early 90s and gym shoes that look like they've been around since the first Christmas. It is still the house of the Lord. There's something disturbing about seeing a man in his 40s or 50s dressed as I described above - especially when he's the one collecting the money. But, he's not alone. About 1/3 of the congregation looks like they rolled out of bed and stumbled to the church. It's sad. A little effort goes a long way.