So here’s an idea for a viral challenge — “Last Suppering.” You get together with 12 friends and snap a picture of your own tableau — thus defending free speech by exercising it.
Hey, it’s no stupider then planking or dabbing.
Don’t ask me to start it, though. You know I don’t have 12 friends.
Okay, that was bad. Look — even the rabbit’s embarrassed.
Photo credit: Charles J. Sharp, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Dude discussing ninja movies on a Gen X Facebook page: “I’m just wondering where all the ninjas went after 1993.”
Me: “Oh, they’re still there. YOU JUST CAN’T SEE THEM.”
I don’t own ANY dresses.
Seriously, though — I actually stood there for a second pondering what sort of sort of slovenly dresses women had worn in order to prompt management to make the rule. (Was it a wild Saturday night?) Because I am slow on the uptake.
True fact — I didn’t really know what red pandas were at one point and I kept referring to them as “those cinnamon raccoons,” and there are still people who laugh at me about it.
Photo credit: Mathias Appel, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons
Gonna make me a t-shirt with that slogan and get filthy rich.
Update — Hey! My friend Laney made a meme out of this just now and it’s pretty cool!
Suppose you had a colonoscopy completed, but someone burglarized your doctor’s office and stole all the imagery.
Would you report a … stolenoscopy?
I haven’t thought about these candy bars in over 40 years. Then my friend (and famed journalist) Jason Brooks shared this meme on Facebook.
These were sooooo good. And they were such a pain in the ass when you were asked by your school to sell them. (I was assigned the task along with all my classmates in Catholic grade school in … 1981? 1982?) As an adult today (arguably), it strikes me as a little odd, because my parents were paying tuition for me to go there. I also question the prudence of sending a young child to sell candy door-to-door.
I even remember that weird white box that they came in. I also seem to remember there being a contest or something if you sold a high number of these. And there were a couple of kids who sold like a dozen boxes or so. The scuttlebutt around school was that their parents worked in large offices and sold them on their kids’ behalf.
Anyway, World’s Finest Chocolate is still around. (And my astute fellow comic book fans will know that they should not be confused with {World’s Finest Comics. )
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