Day 52. I have some stuff for you, baby. Let’s jump off with some lovely words, shall we?

My son, do not despise the LORD’s discipline and do not resent his rebuke, because the LORD disciplines those he loves, as a father the son he delights in. Proverbs 3:11-12

I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch. Gilda Radner

Well isn’t that something? Let’s find out what’s going on in the latest news.
Oh crap! A man is suing Virgin Airlines because they have accused him of using the bathroom…and not flushing. This, and more. Well…look:
Meanwhile, Bevivino complains in the lawsuit that he suffered not only emotional and mental distress, but also that the incident caused him humiliation, fright, shock and loss of reputation. He is seeking $500,000 in damages.
Well I guess that’s better than…I have no jokes/witty responses for this one.
Hey did you hear about Applebee’s new app special? 50 appetizers for just $200! Here’s what’s included:
“Try 12 servings of our tempting Boneless Wings, followed by 20 plates of Chicken Quesadillas Grande, and polish it off with 18 baskets of our Crunchy Onion Rings—all for just $250 plus tax and tip,”
Last time I was at Applebee’s I had the onion rings. Very good stuff. Let’s wrap things up with some images:
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Just when you think it’s innocent. Too bad. Last thing:
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Perfect timing. Now…was that on purpose? Racist? Fat lady will be the only one singing? We may never know. Oh yeah, I have a joke for you:

An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs. Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Where if not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette sprinkled cookies.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.

The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife…..”Back off!” she said, they’re for the funeral.”

-DALANEL
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