…the parrots begin to jabber

This is what Willis was talking about!

Can you imagine?!

You want a rolling depiction of misery?  Please see state’s evidence 1A (below). 

I pass this car at least once a week on the morning drive to Nashville.  In case you can’t read it… Yes this license plate reads; “AIRSPLY”.  Every time I pass her, I imagine her grooving to “All Outta Love” as she imagines what prom would have been like if Billy Jackson had asked her instead of Sarah! 

Anyway, long story slightly longer, I passed this chickie today and see her just letting some poor guy have it!  I don’t know what he did but he must have done a lot of it!  Poor guy.  Whoever you are, you are allowed to punch your boss, co-workers, the lunch counter lady, toddlers, and anyone else you come across right in the face.  I can’t imagine what that drive was like for you this morning.  Listening to this broad scream about socks on the living room floor while “Making Love Out of Nothing at All” is rocking the CD player.  This makes me laugh and cry at the same time.  What forms of suicide went through this guys head?

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August 28, 2008 Posted by | Music, social, Things I've seen driving around Middle Tennessee, Uncategorized, What would you do? | , , , | 2 Comments

How to not get ahead in business

Let’s say you’re out with the family for a Sunday afternoon drive.  If you go down a main street in your town, drive through some scenic countryside, and wind up at an intersection that you remember from the after dark attempt to find your manager’s house for a Christmas party… Don’t say to your wife that you remember this and you bet you can find your manager’s house.  Half an hour later, you will.  You’ll also realize that he’s on a dead end road and you really have to be looking for his place to “happen to drive by”. 

Not sure what told me this was a good idea but there it was.  Nice place.  Beautiful area.  We drove by and Hoot wanted to play at the playground (swing set in the backyard).  We turned around at a maple syrup advertisement(log cabin down the road).  On the way back, there was a little change.  Seems the boss had been grocery shopping or something.  Big silver SUV in the driveway with the hatch up and paper bags in the back.  I drive by kind of paralyzed.  I figure, giant red head with a bright orange shirt on in my black Explorer with the Georgia Bulldog sticker in the back glass.  He, uh… He may notice it’s me.  So, I hit the gas pretty hard.  The six year old was wondering what we had stolen and why we were peeling out of there so fast.  I said something about the iron being left on or something.

July 21, 2008 Posted by | I'll take that punch in the face now, social, Things I've seen driving around Middle Tennessee | , , , | 1 Comment