I win.
Photo by Erlina Kim photography. 36" x 24" on canvas.
Family Photo at the Office
Everyone knows that the amount of love you feel for your family is based upon the size of their photo you have at your desk.
I win.
Photo by Erlina Kim photography. 36" x 24" on canvas.
I win.
Photo by Erlina Kim photography. 36" x 24" on canvas.
For the Motorcycle Enthusiast
Do you have a motorcycle enthusiast on your Christmas list? Stumped as to what to get them? Look no further! Let them decorate their bike with Bikr Chix!
These dolls are easy to attach, but impossible to remove from your heart.
Get yours today!
These dolls are easy to attach, but impossible to remove from your heart.
Get yours today!
Feed the Pets
This photo is from the past summer, but I'm starting to get my HolyJuan groove back so I'm digging thought the archives to see what I neglected to post.
We were our of town for a few days and had Sally's friend Carrie come over to feed the pets. We left out instructions:
We were our of town for a few days and had Sally's friend Carrie come over to feed the pets. We left out instructions:
Velveeta’s Mix 08/2002
The thing about nicknames is that you usually do not get the
opportunity to choose your own. Most the time, people do something stupid and
then they are stuck with a nickname for life.
Nicknames like Car Trunk, Forrest Gump and Palmolive are nicknames that
are hard to get rid of.
My nickname, to some, is Velveeta. While there are many
reasons for this nickname, I like to think it is because Velveeta is the cheesiest. Either way, I like the nickname Velveeta and I’ve somehow been able
to have people call me that instead of Dog Poop Hida.
About 10 years ago, my friend Anne (Chia) gave me a mix
CD. We had worked together for about
four years and she was moving on to bigger and better things. On her way out the door, she gave me a CD
called Velveeta’s Mix.
It was an awesome CD.
Was?
Yeah, well, because I am an idiot, I lost the CD cover and
eventually the CD was scratched to shit and unplayable in my CD player.
But I kept the CD because it meant a lot to me.
Fast forward to yesterday and Miss Sally requesting I burn a
CD for her. As I was digging though the dust to find that stack of 100 cds that
I bought right before thumb drives came out, I found Anne’s mix cd.
For shits and giggles, I put it in my computer and tried to
rip it or at least listen to it skip and digitally static its way to the end.
It worked.
It’s a great mix and I thought I would share it with you:
Faces – Ooh La La
Stereo Total – C’est La Mort
U2 – Beautiful Day
Peter Gabriel – Love to be Loved
David Byrne-Dance On
Vaseline (Thievery Corporation Remix)
The Smiths – Big Mouth Strikes Again
Arling & Cameron - Dirty Robot
U2 – Lemon
David Byrne – Flowers
Lucinda Williams – Lonely Girls
Ben and Jason – Romeo and Juliet are Drowning
Misty Dixon -
Beautiful Ones
David Byrne – The Great Intoxication
National Skyline -
Some Will Say
Morrissey – Interesting Drug
Talking Heads – Once In a Lifetime
Talking Heads – This Must Be The Place
Thanks to my Droid 3 and the Shazam application for helping me find the songs I couldn't remember.
Because this is the internet, I can share these songs with you via a playlist on Grooveshark: Click here for Velveeta's Mix.
Because this is the internet, I can share these songs with you via a playlist on Grooveshark: Click here for Velveeta's Mix.
Thanks, Ray.
Ray died today. He
was a great guy. Witty. Clever. A master
craftsman. He was thoughtful. He was a good listener. He was a great teacher. Here’s a collection of my Ray memories. I
know that I will be reminded of more in the coming days as the people that knew
Ray gather to celebrate his life, so hopefully this list will grow. Feel free to leave your Ray story in the
comments or email me at holyjuan@gmail.com.
Ray was the first one to tell me about the 270 Rule, which
was what ever happened outside of 270, stayed outside of 270. While we never did anything that was 270 Rule
worthy, it was always nice to have that in your back pocket.
Ray once told me about how he and a group of guys outsmarted
the hotel room refrigerator. In the
early days of the convenience refrigerator, the hotel would put a plastic strap
around the door handle. If the strap was
broken, housekeeping knew to take note of how many bottles of liquor or
macadamia nuts were missing. So Ray and the guys unattached the refrigerator
from the wall, pulled it out and took off the back. They ate and drank their
fill and put it all back together. I
assume that someone a few hotel stays later had a lot of explaining to do.
Ray always sent out clever links from the internet. Most people don’t know how to do that. Ray
did.
I once had to make a relief map of Australia
I’ll never forget the look Ray had when a co-worker was
cutting material on the table saw. A
strip of material got wedged in the blade and then shot backwards, slamming
into Ray’s tool chest about 9” away from Ray. Without flinching, Ray slowly
turned his head, raised his eyebrows, looked down and then when right back to
work. That dent is still in his tool box today.
Ray was always able to help. During busy days in the shop,
he’d be helping one person and there would always be someone else hovering in
the distance, waiting their turn. He was a wealth of knowledge about so many woodworking topics and tools.
Ray once named once of his dogs Doug. I like to think that
it was because of me.
Back at the old COSI, Ray hung a sign over the smallest
closet in the building that denoted it as my workspace in the shop. It was
actually the maintenance hatch for Jeb, the coal miner in COSI’s Coal Mine
exhibit.
Ray told me that the only shop machine that can used to make
itself is the milling machine. I wasn’t
listening, so I thought he said the lathe.
I spent years arguing with people on the road about the lathe being able
to make itself. Years later Ray was sure
he hadn’t said lathe. “Are you sure I
didn’t say milling machine?” Maybe?
Ray did not have every tool in the world, but with the tools
he had, he could get the job done. He’d also make tools when he didn’t have the
right one. We have one now in the shop
that I refer to as the “Ray HDPE Scraper Thingy.”
I consider myself lucky that Ray’s son called me when things
began to look down. The family allowed me to come over to see him, but we all
knew it was to say goodbye. I didn’t know what to say. So I saddled along beside him and said that it
was Doug. And he smiled for a moment, the way Ray smiled. All I could say was, “Thanks,
Ray.” Then I left.
I will miss Ray, but the things that he built have been and
will continue to give happiness to kids for years to come. The lessons he taught will be passed on. He
will never be forgotten.
And I’ll think of Ray, tooling around at his work bench. Trying
to make something that had never been made before or fix something that someone
else hadn’t made quite right. His back would be to the room and I’d pop in and
yell. “Ray!” He’d turn around and sarcastically
say something along the lines of, “Oh, great.” But we both knew how much out friendship meant
to each other.
Love you, Ray. You’ll always be with us.
Fake Dispatch Is Killing HolyJuan
The first rule of blogging is to not call it blogging.
The second rule of blogging is to not talk about your blogging habits.
The third rule of anything is that you are supposed to repeat the first rule and make it the second rule.
I wrote something like that a few years ago. A smartassed tutorial about writing on a website. I have never been good about listening to my own advice.
This is a story about how Fake Dispatch is killing HolyJuan.
About 18 months ago, I began a character on Twitter called Fake Dispatch. I leveraged the 500 or so followers from my HolyJuan Twitter account to get Fake Dispatch up and running. Pretty soon, Fake Dispatch also had 500 followers. And then 1000. Then 2000. I started off making up fake headlines about Columbus. My audience grew outside of 270, so then I started in with material more suited to the whole of Ohio. Soon after that, I realized I had a nationwide audience. Over 10,000 people following me. To someone like me whose ego runneth over, this is strangely addicting.
The problem with Fake Dispatch is that he siphons many of the ideas that would have gone into a HolyJuan article and squishes down into a 140 character post. Back in the old days, I would have a crazy idea about something and figure out a way to turn that into a 300 word post. A simple idea like, “Band Names from Willie Wonka All Used Up” would be thought through, run through the computer, edited and posted. Now if I have that idea, I figure out a way to squeeze that down into 140 characters. It’s much quicker. It’s much easier. It’s pathetic. Most of the best HolyJuan posts were individual ideas that were built up. Many of the ideas I started out with would evolve into something else. Something else better. Now that does not happen as much. At all.
Now Fake Dispatch will link to old HolyJuan posts as they become relevant. People think they are hilarious. Each link to a HolyJuan article contains the date it was originally posted. Dates of 2010, 2007 and back to 2006 are a testament that I've been HolyJuan a lot longer than I have been many other things.
But will Fake Dispatch kill HolyJuan? I don’t think so. Fake Dispatch is faceless and soulless. HolyJuan is my voice and has a heart, even though I can come across heartless. I think the two can live together. I'm not promising anything, but I'm hoping that I can guilt myself into being more than just Fake Dispatch.
Follow Fake Dispatch on Twitter at this link: https://twitter.com/#!/Fake_Dispatch You know where to find HolyJuan. Hopefully you will continue to find me here.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: During the writing of this article, I wandered away and posted these two Fake Dispatch posts. I lack focus.
BREAKING: Local man does not own Skyrim, so he's doing and then quitting heroin so that he knows what it's like.
BREAKING: By 2005, Al Queda knew they couldn't hurt the US by force, so they went to marketing school and now they torture us with TV ads.
The second rule of blogging is to not talk about your blogging habits.
The third rule of anything is that you are supposed to repeat the first rule and make it the second rule.
I wrote something like that a few years ago. A smartassed tutorial about writing on a website. I have never been good about listening to my own advice.
This is a story about how Fake Dispatch is killing HolyJuan.
About 18 months ago, I began a character on Twitter called Fake Dispatch. I leveraged the 500 or so followers from my HolyJuan Twitter account to get Fake Dispatch up and running. Pretty soon, Fake Dispatch also had 500 followers. And then 1000. Then 2000. I started off making up fake headlines about Columbus. My audience grew outside of 270, so then I started in with material more suited to the whole of Ohio. Soon after that, I realized I had a nationwide audience. Over 10,000 people following me. To someone like me whose ego runneth over, this is strangely addicting.
The problem with Fake Dispatch is that he siphons many of the ideas that would have gone into a HolyJuan article and squishes down into a 140 character post. Back in the old days, I would have a crazy idea about something and figure out a way to turn that into a 300 word post. A simple idea like, “Band Names from Willie Wonka All Used Up” would be thought through, run through the computer, edited and posted. Now if I have that idea, I figure out a way to squeeze that down into 140 characters. It’s much quicker. It’s much easier. It’s pathetic. Most of the best HolyJuan posts were individual ideas that were built up. Many of the ideas I started out with would evolve into something else. Something else better. Now that does not happen as much. At all.
Now Fake Dispatch will link to old HolyJuan posts as they become relevant. People think they are hilarious. Each link to a HolyJuan article contains the date it was originally posted. Dates of 2010, 2007 and back to 2006 are a testament that I've been HolyJuan a lot longer than I have been many other things.
But will Fake Dispatch kill HolyJuan? I don’t think so. Fake Dispatch is faceless and soulless. HolyJuan is my voice and has a heart, even though I can come across heartless. I think the two can live together. I'm not promising anything, but I'm hoping that I can guilt myself into being more than just Fake Dispatch.
Follow Fake Dispatch on Twitter at this link: https://twitter.com/#!/Fake_Dispatch You know where to find HolyJuan. Hopefully you will continue to find me here.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: During the writing of this article, I wandered away and posted these two Fake Dispatch posts. I lack focus.
BREAKING: Local man does not own Skyrim, so he's doing and then quitting heroin so that he knows what it's like.
BREAKING: By 2005, Al Queda knew they couldn't hurt the US by force, so they went to marketing school and now they torture us with TV ads.
Hairs Did
Here's @Freckledjenn and I getting our hairs did at the Cbusr/614 Magazine meet up at Local Bar.
Boots
I recently found it necessary to purchase a pair of
boots. Construction site rules. So I bought a pair of boots. When I got on site, the boots were new enough
that they captured the attention of one of our vendors who happens to be a good
friend. He said that I should scuff the
boots up so that they didn’t look so new.
I said, that reminds me of a story…
And here they are in 2006 when I finally retired them.
Here’s to my new boots. They’ve gone though a lot in their first month. Everything except grass stains.
When I was 19, I went from working at Baskin Robbins to
Hanning’s, a roofing company in Lancaster , OH
I showed up for work in my old jeans and seasoned boots. The
foreman took one look at my boots and said, “Did you rub grass on your
boots?” I said, “No.” He said, “It looks like you took a pair of
new boots and rubbed grass on them.” I
said no again, but I might as well have told him yes.
22 years later I finish telling our vendor that a pair of
boots is more about what is on the inside of them and a lot less about what is
on the outside of them.
He didn’t believe it for a second.
Not that it means anything, here are those boot at the end
of my first summer as a roofer.
Here’s to my new boots. They’ve gone though a lot in their first month. Everything except grass stains.
Hotel Electricity
I don't know much about electricity, but this is what I found when I went to plug in my phone charger at the hotel. If you don't see it at first, look at the black plug.
If you want to know the truth, this was the alarm clock and I didn't want to try and figure out how to set the clock, so I left it plugged in like this.
No carry on
For the first time ever, I am at the airport, awaiting to take off, and I do not have a carry-on bag. My mind still thinks I do because I keep looking for it every five minutes. All I've got is my wallet, my Droid and a 2000 mile long extension cord. This Droid 3 is very nice, but it chews right through the battery. I've got it plugged in now, but I can see the airport lights dim everytime I hit a key.
I'm assuming that when I do not have a signal or when my battery dies I will be sad, but until then, I will continue to keep looking for the bag that is sitting at home all alone.
Two-sack is going to be pissed because I also left the most recent Donaldson book at home. I was supposed to have read that six months ago, but have not made the time. I'm sure he won't mind, seeing as the book is big enough to be a carry-on on its own.
Bathroom Sign
We recently moved into new offices. There was a sign already in the bathroom when we got there saying that the door should be locked. I thought it needed a friend.
Kit's Pelotonia Fundraising Campaign
My friend Kit is raising money to cure cancer by riding in the Pelotonia. Here's a personal email from Kit that he sent to our group of friends that he never thought would wind up on the internet.
"I have an opportunity for you guys. I'm going to give you the chance to donate to my Pelotonia fundraising campaign. I have it on good authority that our own hometown OSU James Cancer hospital will be finding the cure for cancer this year. They told me, though, that they can only do this if they get some donations from the midnight mountain club in Lancaster, Ohio. I know, it sounds crazy, but that’s what they told me. I offered to donate on your behalf, but they said that it had to come from you guys. They also mentioned that if they don’t get the money, that the University of Michigan will definitely find the cure. I’m not a huge Buckeye fan, but I would hate it to go to the state up north.
I’m going to donate, and I think you guys should as well. It just so happens, that I have signed up for the Pelotonia, so you can easily donate to my ride, 100% of which, will go directly to the James. I checked to make sure this method of donation would actually cure cancer, and they said ‘yes’. Here’s the website:
Just in case that didn’t work, here are some other reasons to give:
· You’re not a pussy.
· Donations to Pelotonia are tax-deductible, you cheap bastards.
· Donors get a year’s worth of good feelings from me, and a thank you card.
· You can come down to Athens and party while I’m humping my bike for a 100 miles.
· You’re not a dick.
Anyway, I look forward to seeing you guys in Athens on August 20th.
Love,
Kit"
You can also support Kit by purchasing a "Kit Peery Bike T-shirt." I get $5 every time I sell a shirt, but I'll donate that to Kit. Go here to buy a shirt: http://skreened.com/holyjuan/kit-peery-s-bike-shirt.
"I have an opportunity for you guys. I'm going to give you the chance to donate to my Pelotonia fundraising campaign. I have it on good authority that our own hometown OSU James Cancer hospital will be finding the cure for cancer this year. They told me, though, that they can only do this if they get some donations from the midnight mountain club in Lancaster, Ohio. I know, it sounds crazy, but that’s what they told me. I offered to donate on your behalf, but they said that it had to come from you guys. They also mentioned that if they don’t get the money, that the University of Michigan will definitely find the cure. I’m not a huge Buckeye fan, but I would hate it to go to the state up north.
I’m going to donate, and I think you guys should as well. It just so happens, that I have signed up for the Pelotonia, so you can easily donate to my ride, 100% of which, will go directly to the James. I checked to make sure this method of donation would actually cure cancer, and they said ‘yes’. Here’s the website:
Just in case that didn’t work, here are some other reasons to give:
· You’re not a pussy.
· Donations to Pelotonia are tax-deductible, you cheap bastards.
· Donors get a year’s worth of good feelings from me, and a thank you card.
· You can come down to Athens and party while I’m humping my bike for a 100 miles.
· You’re not a dick.
Anyway, I look forward to seeing you guys in Athens on August 20th.
Love,
Kit"
You can also support Kit by purchasing a "Kit Peery Bike T-shirt." I get $5 every time I sell a shirt, but I'll donate that to Kit. Go here to buy a shirt: http://skreened.com/holyjuan/kit-peery-s-bike-shirt.
Hotel Room Fun
Want to have some fun while staying in a hotel?
First, find the hotel room pen and paper:
Second, write a list on the pad. Make sure you press down hard.
Last, tear the top sheet off and leave the pad behind for some Sherlock to find.
First, find the hotel room pen and paper:
Second, write a list on the pad. Make sure you press down hard.
Last, tear the top sheet off and leave the pad behind for some Sherlock to find.
There is such a thing as a bad milkshake
For my birthday (well, it was on my birthday) a few coworkers decided we should have a milkshake taste test. Seeing as we are not located in the culinary mecca of the city, we only had a few places to choose from so we did the best with what we had. We tested chocolate shakes from:
Steak and Shake (chocolate and Hershey's Special Dark)
Burger King
Wendy's
Dairy Queen
Steak and Shake Chocolate
The Steak and Shake chocolate was a very good chocolate shake. There was an even chocolate taste and it felt like real ice cream. Some comments included, "light chocolate taste", "really good" and "thin."
Burger King Chocolate
When we took the lid off the Burger King chocolate, we were confused. The shake looked white. An initial taste seemed to suggest that there was a light chocolate taste, but that it was underwhelming. Our only guess was that it was white chocolate and that BK got the order wrong. We tucked in and it was complete crap. Comments included, "marshmallow fluff," "cream" and "poor white chocolate." Oddly enough, one of our testers actually enjoyed the taste. I have to assume he hates chocolate. Fortunately he did like this shake because while finishing it off, he discovered what the problem was:
It seems the way Burger King makes their shakes is to stick the chocolate in the bottom, add the neutral milk shake liquid and then mix it up. It seems that they forgot to mix this one up.
Steak and Shake Hershey's Special Dark
The Steak and Shake Hershey's Special Dark shake was also tasty, if not a bit too chocolaty. It had a similar texture to the first Steak and Shake shake. (remember this: Metro Station - Shake It) One taster has problem with the froze chocolate chips being disconcerting to eat with the smooth shake. Other comments included, "smooth," "a bit too chocolaty" and "rich."
Frosty Chocolate Shake
Let's get one thing straight. A Frosty is not a shake. A Frosty is a frosty and I don't want to delve into religious beliefs here, but I assume that if there is a heaven, there are Frostys there and if there is a hell, there are none.
That being said, Wendy's felt the need to shame the Frosty by offering shakes. I did think for a moment that if you took a Frosty and let it melt a little, you'd get a shake. I've never eaten a Frosty slow enough to see it melt, so I was a bit curious. Maybe this might be delicious.
Wrong.
The Wendy's Chocolate shake is terrible. Too chocolaty and not smooth. Other comments included, "madness" and "worse than a Frosty."
The can only assume that this chocolate shake idea came out after Dave Thomas died or right before and it killed him.
Dairy Queen Chocolate Shake
Expectations were low for the Dairy Queen chocolate shake. I mean, it's Dairy Queen.
We were wrong.
The Dairy Queen shake was delicious. Smooth, a great chocolate taste. The classic chocolate shake. I realize that the Dairy Queen shake may not be hand dipped and mostly processed, but it was an awesome shake.
In the end, the Dairy Queen chocolate was rated highest and the Steak and Shake chocolate came in a close second.
And just so you are aware, the guy who thought the BK shake was delicious had all his votes thrown out.
Shake shake shake shake shake it.
Steak and Shake (chocolate and Hershey's Special Dark)
Burger King
Wendy's
Dairy Queen
Steak and Shake Chocolate
The Steak and Shake chocolate was a very good chocolate shake. There was an even chocolate taste and it felt like real ice cream. Some comments included, "light chocolate taste", "really good" and "thin."
Burger King Chocolate
When we took the lid off the Burger King chocolate, we were confused. The shake looked white. An initial taste seemed to suggest that there was a light chocolate taste, but that it was underwhelming. Our only guess was that it was white chocolate and that BK got the order wrong. We tucked in and it was complete crap. Comments included, "marshmallow fluff," "cream" and "poor white chocolate." Oddly enough, one of our testers actually enjoyed the taste. I have to assume he hates chocolate. Fortunately he did like this shake because while finishing it off, he discovered what the problem was:
It seems the way Burger King makes their shakes is to stick the chocolate in the bottom, add the neutral milk shake liquid and then mix it up. It seems that they forgot to mix this one up.
Steak and Shake Hershey's Special Dark
The Steak and Shake Hershey's Special Dark shake was also tasty, if not a bit too chocolaty. It had a similar texture to the first Steak and Shake shake. (remember this: Metro Station - Shake It) One taster has problem with the froze chocolate chips being disconcerting to eat with the smooth shake. Other comments included, "smooth," "a bit too chocolaty" and "rich."
Frosty Chocolate Shake
Let's get one thing straight. A Frosty is not a shake. A Frosty is a frosty and I don't want to delve into religious beliefs here, but I assume that if there is a heaven, there are Frostys there and if there is a hell, there are none.
That being said, Wendy's felt the need to shame the Frosty by offering shakes. I did think for a moment that if you took a Frosty and let it melt a little, you'd get a shake. I've never eaten a Frosty slow enough to see it melt, so I was a bit curious. Maybe this might be delicious.
Wrong.
The Wendy's Chocolate shake is terrible. Too chocolaty and not smooth. Other comments included, "madness" and "worse than a Frosty."
The can only assume that this chocolate shake idea came out after Dave Thomas died or right before and it killed him.
Dairy Queen Chocolate Shake
Expectations were low for the Dairy Queen chocolate shake. I mean, it's Dairy Queen.
We were wrong.
The Dairy Queen shake was delicious. Smooth, a great chocolate taste. The classic chocolate shake. I realize that the Dairy Queen shake may not be hand dipped and mostly processed, but it was an awesome shake.
In the end, the Dairy Queen chocolate was rated highest and the Steak and Shake chocolate came in a close second.
And just so you are aware, the guy who thought the BK shake was delicious had all his votes thrown out.
Shake shake shake shake shake it.
Taco Bell and White Castle Burrito
A few hours ago, Fake Dispatch was extremely hungry and posted the following:
When I got home, I decided, "Why the hell not?" I loaded Greg and Ann into the van and we headed to White Castle.
Thanks to my Reddit Secret Santa, I had a White Castle gift card.
$5.88 and a sack of 8 Sliders later, I ended up at Taco Bell. There I purchased a bean burrito, and chili cheese burrito (I'm sad they don't call it chilito anymore) and a beefy melt burrito.
At home we unloaded the bags.
And unloaded the contents.
I bought two extra White Castles for the kids to eat. Ann was not impressed by the smell.
Greg was in heaven!
I knew that I was going to need to stuff these Castles in the tortilla shells and I didn't know how well they would take the pressure. Instead I took some waxed paper and rolled the Castles up nice and tight.
I took the beefy melt burrito and revealed the OH MY FUCKING GOD IT'S HIDEOUS!
Pro Tip: Don't ever open your Taco Bell.
I inserted the White Castles...
and folded it back up.
I cut it open to reveal the unnatural bond of burger and burrito.
And then I took a bite.
I'm not going to lie to you. It was delicious. It was DELICIOUS! The red sauce and the rice with the soft bread and oniony, steamy burger... it was really tasty.
Greg liked it, too.
Next was the chili cheese burrito.
Ann tried this one.
While she didn't like it, it, too, was really good!
Finally we tried the bean burrito.
Sadly, the bean burrito was not at all good. The fresh onions did not mix well with the steamed onions and there was an onion gang war in my belly.
Overall, White Castle and Taco Bell make an awesome combination. If you have some wax paper and a wife that only threatens to kick you out of the house for stinking up the place (wait until 3:00am) then I suggest you try it!
When I got home, I decided, "Why the hell not?" I loaded Greg and Ann into the van and we headed to White Castle.
Thanks to my Reddit Secret Santa, I had a White Castle gift card.
At home we unloaded the bags.
And unloaded the contents.
I bought two extra White Castles for the kids to eat. Ann was not impressed by the smell.
Greg was in heaven!
I knew that I was going to need to stuff these Castles in the tortilla shells and I didn't know how well they would take the pressure. Instead I took some waxed paper and rolled the Castles up nice and tight.
I took the beefy melt burrito and revealed the OH MY FUCKING GOD IT'S HIDEOUS!
Pro Tip: Don't ever open your Taco Bell.
I inserted the White Castles...
and folded it back up.
I cut it open to reveal the unnatural bond of burger and burrito.
And then I took a bite.
I'm not going to lie to you. It was delicious. It was DELICIOUS! The red sauce and the rice with the soft bread and oniony, steamy burger... it was really tasty.
Greg liked it, too.
Next was the chili cheese burrito.
Ann tried this one.
While she didn't like it, it, too, was really good!
Finally we tried the bean burrito.
Sadly, the bean burrito was not at all good. The fresh onions did not mix well with the steamed onions and there was an onion gang war in my belly.
Overall, White Castle and Taco Bell make an awesome combination. If you have some wax paper and a wife that only threatens to kick you out of the house for stinking up the place (wait until 3:00am) then I suggest you try it!
Can Birds See the Color Yellow?
Yes, Beth, birds can see the color yellow. I'm just fucking with you.
Father's Day gift tips
What NOT TO GET your dad for Father’s Day
1. Soap on a Rope (unless he’s in jail)
2. The DNA test (let’s just keep that between Mom and the Fed-Ex guy)
3. Anything with the word “soy” in it.
4. Used scaffolding
5. Beer in amounts more than 39 ounces
6. Rocking chair
7. Old Spice
8. Elvis anything
9. Chalk or anything that is written on with chalk
10. Lie detector
What TO GET your dad for Father’s Day
1. Carbide
2. Gift certificate to Scores or The Landing Strip
3. A tie (it’s back in this year)
4. Bacon, 1 pound (raw or cooked)
5. Anything that starts with Nintendo or ends with Box.
6. Anything salted
7. Bribe money
8. Fortified wine
9. Dashboard hula girl
10. “How to Pass a Lie Detector Test” book/pamphlet
1. Soap on a Rope (unless he’s in jail)
2. The DNA test (let’s just keep that between Mom and the Fed-Ex guy)
3. Anything with the word “soy” in it.
4. Used scaffolding
5. Beer in amounts more than 39 ounces
6. Rocking chair
7. Old Spice
8. Elvis anything
9. Chalk or anything that is written on with chalk
10. Lie detector
What TO GET your dad for Father’s Day
1. Carbide
2. Gift certificate to Scores or The Landing Strip
3. A tie (it’s back in this year)
4. Bacon, 1 pound (raw or cooked)
5. Anything that starts with Nintendo or ends with Box.
6. Anything salted
7. Bribe money
8. Fortified wine
9. Dashboard hula girl
10. “How to Pass a Lie Detector Test” book/pamphlet
O-blah-ma
A conversation on Facebook. He deleted his comments, but I knew he was going to so I took a screen shot.
Click image to see huge-like.
Click image to see huge-like.
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