Sometimes I get bored and I start thinking... this often leads to genius ideas (like the business ventures my cohort and I discussed on a flight from San Jose) to downright crazy crap...
This is the latter...
Where the F does a dog that is 1/3 something, 1/3 something else and 1/3 something else come from? Can someone say doggie threesome?
Half-n-half, yeah I get that. But seriously, when it gets down to thirds and quarters, just call the thing a mut and save yourself the time.
Where in the hell do all my socks go?
I buy socks like my roommate buys milk; weekly. Gym socks, dress socks it doesn't matter. I can't keep a damn pair of socks for more than a couple months. I like to think that somewhere Elvis, Biggie, 2Pac and Jimmy Hoffa are walking around, drinks in hand wearing my socks on every part of their body they can.
Women...
Nuf' said.
Why the no smoking lights on the airplanes?
You haven't been able to smoke on an airplane since, what I am guessing, were the early 80s. Maybe the bigger question here is "why am I flying on a plane older than I am and still spending the money I do for a ticket?" for $300 trips to and from SilicoV I better be flying on my own personal plane with lab-altered flight attendants genetically predisposed to love the crap out of me.
OK, that's it'. I'm done.
"I'll kill a snitch. I'm not gonna say I have and I'm not gonna say I haven't, but you know.... whatever." Peyton Manning
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I like to think of the no smoking signs on airplanes as a constant reminder to smokers that smokers are currently in hell. As if to say, "we know you want to light up real bad, but you can't." What's more important, and also a fact that I'd like to know is the number of people each year that are actually caught trying to "tamper with, disconnecting, or destroying lavatory smoke detectors."
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