:: First, an apparent call to customer service (warning: salty language) of Jimmy Dean Sausage regarding their apparent execution of the old "reduce the package size but keep the price the same" retail maneuver. I say "apparent" because some folks on MeFi seem to think this may be a viral marketing kind of thing. Assuming it's a real guy voicing a real complaint, I kind of see his point, but geez, breakfasts in his family consist of fried eggs, T-bone steaks, and sausage? With what else?
:: Second, remember the kindly Grandpa Joe character from Willy Wonka? Well, according to these folks, he's less than kindly. Hmmmmm.
:: And from TNH, we have action figures of Jesus, in the act of performing in...I'm not making this up...extreme sports.
This reminds me of a lame joke I once heard:
Jesus, Moses, and an old man are playing golf. Moses tees off and plops his ball right in the water, so he walks over, parts the water to where his ball is and putts out of it. Then Jesus tees off and also lands in the water, but he merely walks across the surface of the water until he gets to where his ball is, where, finding it quite shallow, he putts it out and onto the green. Now the old man tees off and hits his ball toward the same water. But the ball bounces off the shell of a swimming turtle, and then arcs wildly toward the woods, where it caroms off the back of a bird in flight back onto the green, where it rolls the rest of the way to the hole. Moses grunts, turns to Jesus, and says, "You know, I really hate playing golf with your father."
I know, I know. But tip your waitress anyway, folks.
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