Johnny is also the one who signs my paychecks. Crapola.
Tuesday, Mar. 07, 2006 at 1:17 p.m.
I haven�t written anything of late as I have spent most of my time recently in a recliner, knitting. The time I have spent in front of the computer (45 minutes at a pop) has been spent playing Diablo II and committing pixilated mayhem thereof. I feel, though, that I should at least briefly curtail my slacking activities and get back to some snarkiness. I also need to revive my skills o�snark as my �rents are appearing on my doorstep this afternoon. For a two-and-a-half week stay. In my opinion, that is about 10 days too long. In the Hubster�s opinion, that is two-and-a-half weeks too long.
I love my parents. I just love them more when they�re 1200 miles away.
Anyhoo, let�s release some pent-up snark.
And I thought I had trouble with parallel parking.
Actually, I�m rather good at parallel parking, which is interesting as I rarely get a chance to practice it. Furthermore, I drive a pickup truck that is difficult to see out the back of and it�s a rather long vehicle. But I can usually twist that baby within 16 inches of the curb. Yay me, and that�s another addition to my list of Decidedly Unworthwhile Accomplishments.
And this is another Accomplishment in Extreme Parking:
I can�t even wrap my head around how that was done. And here�s another picture I can�t wrap my head around:
Clever jokester or desperate fucktard? You decide.
And remember Why Can�t Johnny Read? The 2006 edition is called Who the Hell Gives Johnny the Job of Producing Signage When He�s Fucking Illiterate??
