Sunday, November 22, 2009

There's a Hole in my Bucket

So while staying up late flipping channels on TV (as I am a common participant) I flip to an infomercial for a "Classic Compact Disc".

These things slay me. The song tracks are from live performances from packed auditoriums. Every time the voiceover mentions a song, it shows a clip from the 'performance'.

Voiceover: With such classic duets as "There's a Hole in my Bucket"
I glance up to see the look of sheer content on the entire crowds face (average age 65 give or take a century) as they look at their spouses knowingly.
Wait... why does this song evoke such responses? Is there a hidden meaning? Why did you just nod at your husband with a wink?
Songs that bring you back to a better time...
A better time??? When your bucket was broken? I'm missing something obviously. Is that auditorium giving off some sexual charge now? If I find out that this song is some ancient version of "Back That Thang Up" I wouldn't be surprised.

But I would.

Till next time.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Bambi's Revenge

Annoying drive out to Tulsa last night.

Two things that annoy me the most about Oklahoma roads... Left-Laners and Roadkill.

On the turnpike last night. I drive a modest 7-8 miles over the speed limit.
85%! of the cars I passed, I passed in the right lane. Why? Because they wont move out of the left lane. Almost all of the time its either an older person who I swear uses the yellow line as the only thing on the road they can see or a genious texting while driving.

Then the deer:

came over a hill, right lane passing a slow person in the left. Stalled car on the shoulder. Dead deer covering 2/3rds of the right lane. Had just enough time to think "don't brake!" so I wouldn't nose down into the carcass. Sticking up a couple of feet though and it still knocked out KennyRoger's foglight and tore up the plastic protector thing under the engine. Get to the tollbooth a mile later, a few cars pulled over looking at their cars. There was no way to dodge it!

We would have stuck it in the trunk to make jerky later, but where would we have put grandma?

A ver, got to see my good friends out in Tulsa. I'm convinced I smell blood every time I start my engine now. Grats to Drew and Lynn.

Till next time.
 

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