Sometimes people say, “So you have an online store. What do you sell?” I have a tough time with this question.
I stopped at a St. Vincent De Paul store yesterday, I am told that St. Vincent is the patron saint of smelly used crap?? Anyway, I scored this hilarious old fart mug for 49 cents!
It does not appear to have been used, however I will wash it repeatedly with chemicals left over from the set of “Breaking Bad” just the same.
The problem with mugs, my wife, instead of reducing her own stuff, she will periodically go through the mugs, and donate most of the ones that she doesn’t personally use. My son’s black “Skull and Crossbone” mug is also at risk.
This makes me wonder, how many times has this “Old Fart” mug cycled through the thrift-store ecosystem? Maybe I should just throw it on the patio cement and put it out of it’s misery.
I always had to have a reel-to-reel tape recorder to monkey with, when I was a kid. These became a little scarce with the advent of cassette tapes, but you could still get the little reels of tape for them at Radio Shack. They were much preferable to cassettes, because you could slow them down […]
This is one of the little nuances that I love at the Bellingham Railway Museum. Although I would rather that Barney got run over by an oncoming train, instead of one that is slowly backing onto a side spur line.
We ate at an old diner in Renton today, I asked the server, “I thought this used to be something else… Maverick? When did that change?” She must get that a lot because she answered right away, “22 years ago.” Way to make me feel old. Having already established that I am an old fart, I didn’t ask any more Maverick related questions.
I am sure that there was a clever logo of a little kid roping a steer on the sign, but the Internet is silent on the subject. Also, the Pacman machine is gone. And what happened to the H.R.Salt fish and chips place next door? Thai food? Who prefers Thai food to English style fish and chips?
I’m not knocking the new management. The food was very good, served fast, no ballgame blaring this time of day- That’s what put us off of Appleby’s, too many competing noises.
One thing I think was a bad idea, there are ads under the glass, seemingly built into the table. Mine was for “The Plumbing Joint”. That’s fine, although sad in a way. I remember when the only plumbers discussed in this place were the Mario Brothers.
Now, I’ve done a little household plumbing in my time, and I know what is causing the sink to back up in the ad. First, someone forgot to turn the tap off. Second, I know there is a big greasy glob of hair, dish soap, old spaghetti, and other disgusting matter in the drain. It’s not the kind of thing I want to think about while enjoying my mushroom burger.
Fortunately/Unfortunately, Teresa distracted me by promptly getting food on her shirt, and endlessly fussing about it for the rest of the meal.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been over five years since Robert Baron, the acerbic and droll host of “Music With Moskowitz” most recently on KSER, passed away. His show featured a unique lineup of “weird and wacky” comedy and novelty songs, such as you ain’t never heard, and in an earlier incarnation, another hour or more of really old country music (the good stuff).
When Jimmy Dean passed away recently, I was softly singing “I Won’t Go Hunting With You Jake, But I’ll Go Chasin’ Women” for about 3 days, much to the annoyance of my coworkers.
KSER has a comedy radio show on Saturday mornings that features some of the same, but I an never up from 7-9 on Saturday morning. I salute those stalwart souls.
Our juvenile division has bags for homely men to put over their heads, to improve their looks. We also carry the one for women. The “Ugly Woman Bag” outsells the “Ugly Man Bag” by a margin of 20 to 1 or more.
From our “product Mascot” files; I was perusing the local free newspaper and was stopped in my tracks by this enticing coupon…
I just ran across this “dumb blond” joke. My wife says I need to stop overanalyzing things, but here’s my take on it. First, the joke; Continue reading
My family laughs at me because I am always singing the praises of our Kohler Cimmaron upstairs toilet. It truly is a “throne”. We bought it several years ago, and except for the time Teresa knocked a box of bathroom junk from the shelf above into the gaping maw, it has worked flawlessly. Continue reading