Amazing choir (Perpetuum Jazzile) uses there hands to stimulate storm

Ranks up there in the ‘cool’ meter.

Swine Flu kills the first Celebrity…

… And we all know who gave it to him.

*blink*

O.o

more about "*blink* ", posted with vodpod

So…

So why is prostituion illegal? Really, Why? it’s been around for .. well since the beginning of time. What makes our thinking and morals say that it’s ‘wrong’ and therefor should be illegal. But if it was taxed ed and regulated so it’s safer for both the client and the Fuddie. it would make the state money to allow SO many more things to happen, most likly lower sex crimes. So why not? anyone have any thoughts?

WTF?

hmm.. Wolverine nuggets

Anyone else see an issue with this kids toy?

Well, hello there, earth-walker.

This is supposed to be a true exchange of dialog between a customer and a sales person…
I don’t REALLY know it’s true.. but it’s funny none the less.

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(A woman who had gone through my line earlier that day came up to me.)

Customer: “Give me back my g****** keys!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “My car keys! Give them back!”

Me: “I wasn’t aware that I had them. Ma’am, are your keys lost? I can get someone to help you find them if you want.”

Customer: “No! I know it was you who took them! I put them up on this little tray– *points to the tray next to the debit machine* “–and when I got home I couldn’t find them anywhere!”

Me: “When…when you got home? Ma’am, did you drive home?”

Customer: “Well, duh! What kind of idiot are you? Do you think I’m poor?” *gives a disgusted look*

Me: “No…how did you get back here, ma’am?”

Customer: “I drove here, of course!”

Me: “With your car keys?”

Customer: “Yes! Now give them back!”

Me: “Ma’am…if I had taken your car keys, would you have been able to drive home and back here?”

Customer: “No! But I know you took them!”

(I then notice the keys shining in her hand.)

Me:: “Open your hand please, ma’am?”

Customer: *upon seeing her keys in her hand* “Oh, you little witch! What did you do, ‘magic’ them back into my hand?! What kind of store lets witches work for them?!”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m not a witch…but you are a complete stereotypical blonde.”

Customer: “Oh, how dare you! I demand to speak to your manager.”

(My manager, who is a Wiccan and has been listening to this exchange for the past few minutes, comes up behind me, playing with her five-pointed star necklace.)

Manager: *in a mystical voice* “Well, hello there, earth-walker. What can I do for you?”

Customer: *sputters curse words and quickly storms out*

Don’t know if this is true…

But you just can’t make this crap up!!!
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Customer: “Give me back my g****** keys!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “My car keys! Give them back!”

Me: “I wasn’t aware that I had them. Ma’am, are your keys lost? I can get someone to help you find them if you want.”

Customer: “No! I know it was you who took them! I put them up on this little tray– *points to the tray next to the debit machine* “–and when I got home I couldn’t find them anywhere!”

Me: “When…when you got home? Ma’am, did you drive home?”

Customer: “Well, duh! What kind of idiot are you? Do you think I’m poor?” *gives a disgusted look*

Me: “No…how did you get back here, ma’am?”

Customer: “I drove here, of course!”

Me: “With your car keys?”

Customer: “Yes! Now give them back!”

Me: “Ma’am…if I had taken your car keys, would you have been able to drive home and back here?”

Customer: “No! But I know you took them!”

(I then notice the keys shining in her hand.)

Me:: “Open your hand please, ma’am?”

Customer: *upon seeing her keys in her hand* “Oh, you little witch! What did you do, ‘magic’ them back into my hand?! What kind of store lets witches work for them?!”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m not a witch…but you are a complete stereotypical blonde.”

Customer: “Oh, how dare you! I demand to speak to your manager.”

(My manager, who is a Wiccan and has been listening to this exchange for the past few minutes, comes up behind me, playing with her five-pointed star necklace.)

Manager: *in a mystical voice* “Well, hello there, earth-walker. What can I do for you?”

Customer: *sputters curse words and quickly storms out*

The best pick up lines…

*  Did you fart? Because you just blew me away.
*  Are your parents retarded?   Because you sure are special.
*  My Love for you is like diarrhea.   I can’t hold it in.
*  Do you have a library card?   Because I’d like to sign you out
*  Is there a mirror in your pants?    Because I can see myself in them.
*  If you was a tree & I was a Squirrel,  I’d store my nuts in your hole.
*  You might not be the best looking girl here, but beauty’s only a light switch away..
*  I know I’m not no Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make your bed-rock.
*  Yer eyes are as blue as window cleaner.
*  If your going to regret this in the morning,  we kin sleep until afternoon.
*  Your face reminds me of a wrench, every time I think of it, my nuts tighten up

Feel free to post some more!!

 

1/16/09 – 6:35 PM

well Trevor’s bilirubin count was a bit high.  so to make sure that jaundice doesn’t set in they are going to hold him here for another day.  myself and the PogoWife will continue to be here in the room to until sometime tomorrow.

we thought this better then taking him home in order to just bundle him back up to come back here tomorrow and just perhaps put him under the lights anyway.

there’s no ‘problem’ and nothing to really worry about. it’s just with all his bruising  his liver just isn’t up to the task of dealing with the bruises,   the lights will take care of that problem.

Pics…

Well I created a new blog for Trevor. I’ll be slowing moving entries over from there to their. I have also added some MUCH asked for photos.

Trevor’s Blog can be found here:
http://pogopup.wordpress.com/