TH13: Son of Sign
Thursday, May. 17, 2007 at 8:23 a.m.
If you�re concerned about what�s in McDonald�s hamburgers, I wouldn�t ask about what kind of meat is in the burgers from this place.
Hey, you never know . . . that might be the best kind of anaesthesia for some people.
I, for one, am thrilled to see that someone finally recognizes the Costumer, the underdog of the theatre world! Thank you, Mr. or Mrs. Proprietor, for looking out for this faction of the needy bladders out there. Now we just need equal time for the Wig Stylists.
I know country clubs are supposed to be exclusive, but that�s just harsh.
Even in death, you can still give back to the community.
The sign on the left is for the Joeys of this world, of course.
If you couldn�t laugh at that one, you�re dead inside. I predict that sign will be as widely spread as the Sixth Sense lampoon photoshopped �I see Dumb People.�
It�s amazing what we need warning signs for!
This sign is obviously a warning to Do Not Do Cartwheels Underwater at the Foot of the Hoover Dam. Oviously!
So, somewhere in the world, some people need a warning to Do Not Smack Babies in the Head with your Briefcase? Shouldn�t that be a given? Next we�ll have warning signs that tell us Do Not Pour Sulfuric Acid on Your Genitals.
You better do what the sign says. The speed bumps get much worse after this point.
Well, then, help her up, for heaven�s sake! Geez!
The sad part is, it�s probably going to be the kids who will explain this sign to the parents.