Speak of the devil, the mail just came an hour ago and I get a jury summons. Thirty minutes ago I was excused. Do you know why? Everything I told people to say to get excused is exactly how I answered the online questions. This is my record for being excused. Three more years and I can try and...
You've seen the bands of your generation and mine along with the bands of the past twenty years? I could crap out a better song on the toilet than modern day "music."
Out here we have an outdoor shopping center full of stores, restaurants, etc..., along with a section of the parking lot cordoned off for tesla chargers. You'll see someone charging their vehicle (sometimes sleeping in it) as you first arrive and even after finishing at a restaurant, guess what...
Online pictures are one thing. Seeing one in person is just wow and not in a good way. I saw one on Thursday and it looked like a disposable aluminum bread tin with wheels.
Harry Chapin. Just about any song by him is so good it's depressing.
Turn The Page. Great song. Unfortunately, it reminds me of a terrible day which in turn makes my mind think in the wrong ways.
My problem is I hear some great songs (that are either somewhat depressing and/or reminiscent of a bad time) that make me want to eat one right under the chin. I enjoy quite the number of excellent tunes that are also depressing.
For those who fill out the online questionnaire, be honest and say you are unable to be impartial. That right there is a red flag for a potential juror. When I was sent a summons, I was dead honest with my answers as "offensive" as it sounded. I wasn't trying to be nice, p.c. or anything of the...
Seriously?
I received a jury notice in the mail a few years ago and I easily got out of it by answering the online questionnaire. All you need to do is say the word "racist" once and a jive or two about law enforcement and a blurb or two about stereotypes. It also does help if you know someone...
No interest in modern mainstream sports but last night I did watch an old CBS upload of the game from the early 90's at the vet when the Chicago Bears receiver blew out both knees when his shoes got stuck in the astroturf.
People who abuse animals should be tortured and if I was the person doing the punishment I’d make unit 731 look like an afternoon buying slacks at JCPenney.
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