This is new, and annoying...

Drivers on a three or four-lane freeway who follow you, then pass you on the left, then cross in front of you and cross two or three lanes so they can exit!

Why don't they just switch to the lanes to their rights and exit?

Is it some terrible need to be seen?

Can we blame this on bad potty training? Do they expect an M&M?*

I blame MODOT, which I do for almost everything.

*Obscure reference meaningful only to viewers of Jon & Kate Plus 8.

2 + 2 = 5

Am I the only one that did not know that 2+2=5 is a signal that a company uses contracts or agreements that have hidden clauses?

Now this is really big Monday waste of time!

Online English to Pig Latin Translator.

This actually works!

Although the guy-thing of just rolling them up into a big ball is much. much quicker!

The single saddest TV channel of all time.

This is on the cable system at my mother's house.
The reflection on the clock face is on the clock face.
That's right, it's a non-stop video-feed of an analog clock with a bad reflection on it's face.
I told you it was the saddest TV channel of all time!

Cleanliness is next to stupid

AP August 17, 2008: Police in Wichita said it appears a man broke into a house Friday night to wash his clothes but fled in boxers, with his jeans still in the washer.

Fat Biker Chick [a rerun of a favorite post]

I have been know to go a little fast on the Interstates, but only because my speedometer is faulty. It used to say I was doing 90-something -- a clear malfunction -- and something that I promised the neighbors that I would stop doing. It now seldom gives me a misreading above 80, most of the time it hangs right at 80, maybe 85.

When I was on I-44 in Missouri on Sunday, heading back to Illinois, it mistakenly but consistently said 80. Then, Fat Biker Chick passed me as if I were standing still!

I'’m not being insensitive; FATCHIK was the personalized plate on her motorcycle. She was wearing a white halter-top, above which I could see the tattoos on her shoulders and back in the warm glow of the fading September evening sun.

When I got to the top of the hill west of Six Flags, she was already rounding the curve into Eureka. When I got to the railroad bridges at Eureka, she had cleared the Meramec east of Times Beach. When I got to the top of Powder-Dump Hill, she had disappeared from view across the asphalt horizon that weaves towards 141.

Is there anything sexier than a woman who really knows how to drive? I love you Fat Biker Chick! Take care of yourself.

[Originally posted September 14, 2005]

Subterranean entry port.

Pretty much how my Monday has gone so far!

See other great signs HERE.
The side shows are to the right of the article.

Your basic 10,000 calories per day diet!

MICHAEL PHELPS' DIET

Breakfast:

• three fried egg sandwiches, with cheese; tomatoes, lettuce, fried onions, and mayonnaise;
• three chocolate-chip pancakes;
• five-egg omelette;
• three sugar-coated slices of French toast;
• bowl of grits;
• two cups of coffee.

Lunch:

• one pound of enriched pasta;
• two large ham and cheese sandwiches with mayonnaise on white bread;
• energy drinks.

Dinner:

• one pound of pasta, with carbonara sauce;
• large pizza;
• energy drink.

Full story at BBC.com