Stale menthol
So I got back from L.A. yesterday and when I went to watch the newest episode of The Mentalist on CBS, it turns out there was some election going on.
It was weird, because I hadn't seen or heard anything about it during the past seven months.
Okay, I'm kidding.
I don't watch The Mentalist.
Oh, okay, and I'm fully aware of the election. In fact, I usually don't wax too political, but I'm proud of America for finally realizing that it had a problem and doing something about it. For years, America kept stumbling in during the middle of the night reeking of Jack Daniels, stale Marlboro Menthol and disillusionment, embarrassing the kids at family functions and consistently picking fights with pretty much anyone who said they didn't like Toby Keith.
Acceptance is the first step. Finally, America is getting the help it needs.
Whether rich people who still mourn the end of Frasier like it or not.
Anyway, for those of you eagerly waiting for the results of this week's AP Fantasy Football League, sorry to say you're gonna have to wait at least another day. I haven't had a chance to really look at the results yet, but I assure you, it's on my To Do list, right between getting at least five hours sleep and cleaning up any of the 43 piles of vomit my cat deposited while I was in California.
She has a problem, too. But Obama sadly won't be able to keep my cat from being a dick.
But to bring you up to speed, L.A. was good.
I went to the Thrice/Alkaline Trio/Rise Against show on Halloween at the Palladium and got to see Thrice play their typically incredible set (but this time, they wore monkey masks). Alkaline Trio were dressed as the kids from that movie Funny Games that apparently only six people in the crowd had seen.
I actually dressed up as Dustin Kensrue.
But all that really meant was that I wore a plaid, button-down shirt.
But I now know this: If you want to be scared out of your god-fearing mind on Halloween, go to L.A.
Not because of the costumes.
But because of the traffic.
It took about six hours for us to drive three blocks.
And during that time, I counted 431 Joker costumes, which was only six more than the nationwide average for any Halloween party this year.
Okay, so now my computer isn't letting me type more than seven letters at a time, so I think I'm gonna get to that To-Do list (but I'm probably going to add an item about eating an ice cream sandwich).
It was weird, because I hadn't seen or heard anything about it during the past seven months.
Okay, I'm kidding.
I don't watch The Mentalist.
Oh, okay, and I'm fully aware of the election. In fact, I usually don't wax too political, but I'm proud of America for finally realizing that it had a problem and doing something about it. For years, America kept stumbling in during the middle of the night reeking of Jack Daniels, stale Marlboro Menthol and disillusionment, embarrassing the kids at family functions and consistently picking fights with pretty much anyone who said they didn't like Toby Keith.
Acceptance is the first step. Finally, America is getting the help it needs.
Whether rich people who still mourn the end of Frasier like it or not.
Anyway, for those of you eagerly waiting for the results of this week's AP Fantasy Football League, sorry to say you're gonna have to wait at least another day. I haven't had a chance to really look at the results yet, but I assure you, it's on my To Do list, right between getting at least five hours sleep and cleaning up any of the 43 piles of vomit my cat deposited while I was in California.
She has a problem, too. But Obama sadly won't be able to keep my cat from being a dick.
But to bring you up to speed, L.A. was good.
I went to the Thrice/Alkaline Trio/Rise Against show on Halloween at the Palladium and got to see Thrice play their typically incredible set (but this time, they wore monkey masks). Alkaline Trio were dressed as the kids from that movie Funny Games that apparently only six people in the crowd had seen.
I actually dressed up as Dustin Kensrue.
But all that really meant was that I wore a plaid, button-down shirt.
But I now know this: If you want to be scared out of your god-fearing mind on Halloween, go to L.A.
Not because of the costumes.
But because of the traffic.
It took about six hours for us to drive three blocks.
And during that time, I counted 431 Joker costumes, which was only six more than the nationwide average for any Halloween party this year.
Okay, so now my computer isn't letting me type more than seven letters at a time, so I think I'm gonna get to that To-Do list (but I'm probably going to add an item about eating an ice cream sandwich).
posted by Tim Karan at
8:45 PM
3 Comments:
Nice metaphor for AMerica, Tim :D Gave me a good chuckle
Frasier was awesome, ok?
Ok.
Nothing is more refreshing than athlete mints and a good Mentalist anagram.
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