the secret ingredient

here’s a picture of a billboard that sits outisde the supermarket down the street.  but...  what’s with the cat?  nice set huh?

jay leno had this section of his show where he would go through news headlines and ads and highlight some that were so stupid they would make to laugh to tears.  an example is posted on youtube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwaVsLKPZ5w.  

then there’s this movie called beerfest (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0486551/) where these guys trained to compete in a beer drinking competition by drinking ram’s piss.

so “what’s with the cat” you ask?  well maybe it’s the secret ingredient.  maybe it’s just the product of a terrible horrible stupid advertising decision.  or maybe it’s a tip on how to build your stamina to drink a lot of bishoff beer.  you be the judge...

fudge

i did a horrible thing!  here’s the story...  gabby has been going to summer school off and on this summer.  when she goes, she goes a week at a time.  because of how far away the school is, actually right next to the base, and since her class starts in the morning, i have been taking her to school.  

for the most part, this works pretty well and i actually like hanging out with her in the morning...  but...  it has really thrown me off of my normal morning routine.  earlier starts, hectic mornings, having to listen to kids music instead of my usual sports talk shows, etc.  well, the other day while taking gabby to school i managed to flip the radio to my sports show and keep it there for a bit.  it was nice.  while we were flying down the autobahn in the fast lane a car ahead of us in the slow lane moved over in front of us unexpected... and then he hit his brakes!  so in response, i immediately slammed on the brakes.  and, being in my comfort zome with my sports radio show on at the time, guess what else i did?

you got it.  i said something bad.  if you’ve ever seen a christmas story you know the word i’m talking about.  and it wasn’t “double-dog dare”.  i yelled “what the f#@&!”  as soon as i said it, my heart stopped in the split second of silence.  then...  gabby in the back seat goes, “did you just say what the f#@&?”  ...uh oh...  I said, “no, i said what the heck”.  suspiciously she responded, “no, you said what the f#@&”.  i was stuck.  she busted me big time.  so for the next 10 minutes as i explained to her that i said a bad word that i shouldn’t have said, and it’s not nice to say it, and i should have said “what the heck”, she quizzed me “why not what the f#@&”.  seven f-bombs later, not including mine, i decided to drop the subject.  luckily it hasn’t come up since.

but i swear, if you ask her about it...  i’ll %^& ^%$$%$&$ &%^@ ()@(&#*& (&#&%^ (!&#)(&^ %#% *#()&#)(!!