This is me. (Oh, you knew that. So it goes.)
What you didn't know is I'm wearing a commemorative T-shirt featuring "The World's Tallest Catsup Bottle," by gar. It's 170 feet tall and resides real close to my buddy Jana, right there in Collinsville, Ill. Jana gets to drive right past it every time she grocery shoppings.
This is a good time to have a T-shirt to wear. Few days ago it was 101 degrees here. But that's rare, and we're back to low 80's now. Also too hot, some scientists say.
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From The Oregonian:
The British Youth Justice Board recommended that youths who hang around in groups committing anti-social act should no longer be referred to as "gangs," because some youths who hangf around in groups committing anti-social acts might find the word offensive.
Poor babies.
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Boy howdy. Here's how the monks dealt with their "computers" in the Good Old Days.
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John McCain, the Republican candidate for President, is for banning all guns in America. And at a recent rural elementary school assembly in East Texas, he asked the audience for total quiet. Then, in the silence, he started to slowly clap his hands once every few seconds, holding the audience in total silence.
Then, he said into the microphone, "Children, every time I clap my hands together, a child in America dies from gun violence."
Then, little Richard Earl, with a proud East Texas drawl, pierced the quiet and said, "Well, dumb-ass, stop clapping!"
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My favorite phrase today is middle name. N., it's a muddle. Def.: The sole purpose of this is so a child can tell when he's really in trouble.
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