The Pittsburgh guy who made the graphic was fired.
I've long delighted in morons misspelling their insults of others' intelligence. I give you this masturbating chimpanzee, berating the conclusions of the very agencies that give him his information.
Longtime readers would want me to note the passing of cranky ex-neighbor Thelm@, wife of the dyspeptic Percy. Yup. She's now criticizing God's choice of colors in heaven.
There, I corrected the quotation marks. From Reuters:
Our manufactured national anthem nonsense taken to the autocratic extreme.
Last week I got a "how are you?" text from a woman I haven't heard from in years. "I bet she's in a pyramid scheme," I thought. As it turns out, I was wrong.
I just got my invitation to her tuition GoFundMe.
Former colleague Amy (no, the other one) has a new "executive coach." He gave her an assignment, which somehow became my assignment.
"Can you send 5-6 adjectives that describe me on my best day and 5-6 other adjectives that describe me on my worst day? Thanks!"
I lie, of course. She didn't say thanks.
Know what's really annoying me, though? I can't think of any negative adjectives. When "absent" is the first that comes to mind, you are a repugnantly pleasant co-worker.
How you doin'?
For reasons I cannot understand, the sidewalk going through my front yard is ten feet wide. Combine that with severe winters and laziness, and you purchase a snow-blower. It made quick work of my sidewalk, so I did my neighbor's, too. He did, after all, blow all of my leaves to the curb in the fall.
"I have a driveway too, you know!" he yelled out his front door.
My friend's kid just concluded that there's no Santa Claus, and he feels genuinely upset with and betrayed by his parents.
He's six months from getting his driver's license.