Showing posts with label yar's revenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yar's revenge. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Stanchion Support Was Scared


Stanchion Support was scared.


Cyclops Pillow had no sympathy.


RV Cover was FURIOUS about it.


Trash Bins were totally going to gossip about this later.


Latex Glove in TSA Bin said, Rock on.


Meanwhile, Waffle Ball Ultron awaited his revenge.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

What the Shitfuck

So the other week I had to move some shrubs from one part of my yard into some planters. The planters look great now.


But the mass of torn up yard where they were looks like ass.


That's easily remedied by a quick trip to the Home Depot garden center to pick up some sod. Easy enough. But what is interesting is what I found amongst the old dirt:


#@$% autofocus!


I think this is some sort of pet treat ball. It's rubber on the outside with a little loose doohickey inside.


And what is this, an old horse stirrup? (A few minutes later I realized it was actually the brake for a 10 speed bicycle. Duh.)

Why is this shit buried in the backyard under shrubbery? If I dig deeper, will I find a rusty bike and a ferret skeleton? The previous owner to my house must have been some sort of junkyard voodoo wizard.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

And Now, Vince's Uncle Roberto with The Metro Smog Check


The area around downtown Memphis has an Air Quality Index (AQI) of 53 today, which is a "moderate" level for people who are unusually sensitive to pollutants. They should limit prolonged outdoor exertion, according to the EPA.

And speaking of air quality, I really hate it when someone lights up a cigarillo in my town car. Especially the cherry-flavored ones. By the end of the night, they make me smell like a hooker!