Keeping with shegirl's tradition while shes on vacation, today is... National Frozen Food Day. Every is required by law to eat a TV dinner for all 3 meals or the police will come to your house and shoot you. Ain't nobody gotta twist my arm to get me to eat a Hungry Man.
Blatantly swiped from reddit but it cracked me up Context http://www.cbc.ca/news/arts/harriso...-but-expected-to-make-full-recovery-1.2983787
Breakfast was leftover frozen mini corndogs. I am not proud of this. However, the hot Polish mustard was worth it. Apparently, Han crashed first (stolen from Fark):
Harrison Ford is awesome. He crash lands at a golf course, where doctors were among the first responders because of course they were. I just think it's pretty badass that Han / Indy was flying this: You hear stories about legendary famous people all the time, when something goes wrong. They get caught with their pants down in a children's book store, or hang themselves wearing women's underwear, or happen to have an unusual deviant hobby of some sort, exposed through a Craigslist meetup gone wrong. But, nope. Harrison Ford crashed his own plane, that he was flying, and it's not some experimental retard thing. It just happens to be cool as fuck.
Harrison Ford in the past has actually saved random people's lives with his skills as a pilot. Harrison Ford is an action hero on screen and off. Have any of you honestly heard anything bad said about the guy? To this day he preaches "I just wanted to be a walk-on character actor making a happy middle class living. I don't deserve this fame." ...Umm, yes you DO, dude.
Well waddya know? I've already participated! After trekking home through the frozen tundra from a neighbors house last night, some time shortly after midnight I was consuming frozen pizza bagels I thawed out over a space heater. Screw all y'all, I got class.
What about JFK Jr.? Nothing like piloting a single-prop in horrible weather with a severely broken leg. It's not often someone can be declared both the Sexiest Man Alive and the Sexiest Man NOT Alive in the same year.
Anyone else have a friend that is so goddamn unaware of their surroundings while walking around it drives you nuts? Like while walking down the street to the bar or something, a T-Rex could walk past them and they'd be looking at the ground or anything else. Or they climb a busy staircase and stand at the top for any silly reason instead of moving off to the side. I guess its two different complaints in one, but people who have no fucking environmental awareness drives me fucking nuts. Two unrelated complaints, but it seems like if a person is one thing they're also the other.
My personal rule for people walking is; You can be slow or you can be erratic, but you sure as fucking hell can't be both. Asshole.
People with baby strollers. You do not have a license to shred Achilles tendons, fuckhead. Being a parent isn't a permit to bulldoze people. That goes double for lazy and/or fat Rascal scooter twats.
Yes. I hope they all die in a fire. When they are standing at the soda fountain part of a restaurant, carefully deciding on their beverage? (It's 6 fucking Coke products. The same 6 it's been forfuckingever.) Then, oh, I got a little too much ice. Dump. Oh, now not enough. Click. Hmm, Diet Coke or Hi-C Fruit Punch, gee they're so similar, how can I decide. Oh, ha ha, I totally hit the wrong one. Dump it all, start over. Hmm, too much ice. Dump. Oops, not enough. How does this machine work? Did I get a straw yet? Ok, Diet Coke it is. Click. Mmm. Just a sip. Better top it off. Click. Clickity Click. Cliiiiiiiick. Click. No fucking clue that there are 10 people behind them in line. And, this is not the person who turns around and suddenly realizes it - Oh, I am so sorry! Didn't realize you were there! Oh, no, they slowly meander to the left, turn and see you, and look right through you. So, yes, they drive me nuts, too.
Stairs are an engineered means for effectively transitioning between elevations. They are not benches, beds, stools or areas of congregation where using them so renders them ineffective for their intended purpose.
Harrison Ford fun fact: this is not the first time he crash landed a plane. The dude struts away from shit like Chuck Yeager. Maybe he truly DOES own the record for the Kessel Run.
I have no idea why people feel compelled to stop and have a conversation in a doorway or at the top of a stairway. It seems like every day at work I have to suppress the urge to shove some cunt down the stairs. And if you ask them to let you through they act like you're the rude one for interrupting their conversation about gluten free banana bread.
Go to Costco sometime. I don't know why, when Costco is one of the few retailers that actually gives nice, wide lanes for carts, people feel the need to pull up beside each other with all their shit, block the ENTIRE lane and chit-chat with a long lost coworker. I can whistle pretty loud - an excellent trick for recalling dogs - and I have to fight the urge to let one loose right in their ear when people do this. One day, I'll get the courage (or lose the patience), and in the thunderstruck silence I'll look those people dead in the eye and say, "When I do that, my dogs GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY."
On the original topic - Zatterain's (sp?) frozen blackened chicken and yellow rice = yum, especially if you have some Louisiana style sausage to chop up and stir in. Liberally doused w/ Tabasco, of course.