That’s An Overly Elaborate Setup, When Mom’s Fridge Is Full Of Eggs
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
I’ve Driven In Boston…
Boston, Massachusetts, that is. I’ve seen a cabbie do a U-turn on Mass Ave., across four lanes of traffic, from a standing stop at the curb. During rush hour. If this guy was driving in Boston instead of Tbilisi, he’d have a guy riding six inches from his bumper, laying on the horn with one hand while eating a crueller with the other, steering with his knees, and yelling SLOWPOKE out the window at him.
Silly Me. I Always Thought A “Romanian Paint Job” Was A Wrestling Move
The Borderline Sociopathic Boy is resourceful. Not like a Boy Scout. Boy Scouts wear sashes like beauty queens and help old ladies across the street. The Borderline boy wears Methyl Ethyl Ketone aftershave and works in the clothes he slept in.
And while they are as level-headed as the next guy would be while producing the Venturi effect with their own exertions, every once in a while they inhale when they’re supposed to be exhaling. But then they save on their bar bill, and come out ahead anyway.
(Thanks to friend of the BSBFB Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
Back In The Day, My Friends And I Could Do This Faster. Except We Ignored The Engine And Took All The Wheels And Left It Up On Blocks
Did I say that out loud? What’s the statute of limitations on these things?
(Thanks to friend of the BSBFB Charles Schneider for sending that one along)