Just got back from my lunch, traveling down Route 34 I catch up to an old beat up blue Lincoln with the ol stars and stripes painted all over it. The back window reads as follows:
Quote:
America Bless God, he has tolerated enuff
I then pull into McDonalds for a "fat kid" lunch; which I would have regreted until I realized "March 2nd means... Shamrock Shakes are back!"
As if that wasn't enough to make my week, walking back to my desk some grizzlied old trucker walks by an open door picking his nose and crotch at the same time. Kinda gross but hysterical.
I guess I am just easily amused but all that made this craptastic 33 degree and rainy week bearable.