Was watching the ESPN NFL Honors show on Thursday and a little struck by one segment – “Angry Runs”. This was to award the best running back run of the year. Seems like an unfortunate name, though.

Was watching the ESPN NFL Honors show on Thursday and a little struck by one segment – “Angry Runs”. This was to award the best running back run of the year. Seems like an unfortunate name, though.
Read this article and was reminded of the challenges while working in grocery retail (before current role) with extracts. One of the highest theft items. That’s why many retailers go with synthetics (alcohol-free).
Also reminded me of many years ago when I worked at Kinko’s (was open 24 hours) and I was on the overnight shift (alone) and would see many homeless people come in (snowing, cold weather) seeking warmth. So many smelled of vanilla or had great breath (drinking mouthwash they stole from Walgreens down the road). Weird times and memories and experiences – but it’s a thing.
Don’t get me started on hairspray …
Psychic performance cancelled due to “unforeseen circumstances”.
Okay, this is just getting silly now.
These guys in the East love burning effigies – I get it. But it seems they are running out of quality material, don’t you think (yes, that’s a pic of a drone)?
As a matter of fact, an “Effigy” is strictly defined as “a representation of a person, especially in the form of sculpture or some other three-dimensional form.” Don’t ask me where I got the pic, by the way. I took a screen shot of it on my tablet while reading the news in bed the other night because I found it so silly – but I can’t make this crap up.
From a group of guys who take things so literally, you’d think they’d work more aggressively at recruiting someone who is really good at paper machete or scale model design.
Okay – how can the tires make a skidding sound at 2:20 when it’s on dirt?
Answer me that.
Can’t make this stuff up, folks.
I was cleaning out my phone’s pics the other day and ran across this classic shot I snapped while in a bathroom of a pizza joint in Tennessee.
Really?
Really. She had a Spanish Notary sign off on the deal.
Now you know who to sue when you get a sun-burn.
Thank me later.
Sad end to a life of hoarding …