I really think we are getting punked by the groundhog. Someone put him up to this. He is getting paid off. There must be some incriminating pictures floating around out there of him and the Easter Bunny or something. He really can’t be frickin’ serious about this can he? I mean, he proclaimed that spring was coming early. Old Man Winter was packing up and heading out on a long vacation. I am waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out laughing and telling all of us in the Northeast that he punked us.
All around New York City you can come across some terrific, funny, and some actually kind of scary signage just by walking around and keeping your eyes open. Here’s a few that made me laugh, and a few that made me scratch my head in wonderment which I viewed on my recent travels around town.
I could have thought they were the same thing, but one has feathers, can fly, and poop on you.
Gives new meaning to having “morning wood”!
I’m a people watcher. I just can’t help myself. When you live in a city populated with around 19,000,000 people there are just so many things they can do that can go hysterically wrong on a daily basis. Hey, I’m not perfect and can be a klutz at times myself. Yet, being the New Yorker that I am, there are moments when I can’t help but snicker at these hapless victims. It is just so evilly delicious when you come upon moments like these that leave an indelible image in your brain for the day. Yeah, I know it’s kind of mean, but I am wired to be a bit warped that way!
Some of my viewing guilty pleasures –
1) Guys in suits picking up piles of dog crap with their hand in a plastic bag. I even snicker more when it’s a hot sticky summer day out!
2) Women who’s ankles look like they are snapping in half because they are walking in super high heels and don’t really know how to walk in them. Snap, crackle, pop!
Mr Sandman. He hate me.
I seem to have a love/hate relationship with Mr Sandman lately. I love sleep, but I think he hates me. Recently, I have been trying to go to bed a bit earlier just to get some extra shut eye. Of course, now when I do that I can’t fall alseep right away. Like many of us I have developed a bad habit of watching tv until 2 or 3am and falling asleep on the couch. That’s ok for my fiancee’ Stacey as she claims I snore so loud she is one night going to kill me in my sleep. She goes to bed first and gets to sleep for a few hours before I come in and unleash all Hell upon her with my sounds of sleep ecstasy. I really don’t believe her, as how come I never hear it? I think she is hallucinating. If she reads this post I think she will put a pillow over my snoring face and send me to sleep with the fishes.
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