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Monday, July 18, 2011

Irrigation Cap Was Irked


Irrigation cap was irked.


Rollers on a toolbox seemed distracted.


Bathroom stall drill holes was frankly shocked.


Urinal flusher just smiled and picked his nose.


But recycling bin cover couldn't get over it.


Car keys totally laughed it off.


Traffic light was nonplussed (submitted by Emily Kane).


And motorcycle dashboard about had a heart attack (also submitted by Emily Kane- I guess she likes this segment?).

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

An Open Letter To Generations Younger And Older Than Me


Dear Generations Younger And Older Than Me:

What is your problem? All you do is sit there, complaining about the values and behavior of my generation. You say that we're out of touch with your generation's needs and desires, that we can't understand your problems because we don't simply don't care.

Hey, look. We do care, but our generation's got our own problems to deal with, like having and raising kids, keeping down a good-paying job to pay for the mortgage, and trying to find some REAL music on the radio. All you ever do is sit in your bedroom, blaring your godawful music (who listens to that?!) and whining about when dinnertime is coming.

We recognize that there's this generational divide that we'll never get over. We will never understand your stupid pop culture references and your fixation with those movie stars whose names we've never heard of, and frankly, we don't think we're missing out on much.

And what the fuck are you wearing?! Jesus, you need to get to a mall and buy some normal clothes that actually fit you. Just look at how your pants fit. You're embarrassing the rest of the family! And make yourself useful and do the goddamned laundry!

Oh. Also, we don't think you should drive.

Love,
My Generation