It’s kind of funny when a player is superstitious and refuses to change their socks during a winning streak. It’s kind of sad when a fan does the same thing. You hope that they’re just kidding and don’t actually believe they have anything to do with the game.
You hope.
I am a huge fan of sugared cereal. In fact, I’m not sure things without sugar deserve to be called cereal. I suppose they’re basically porridge.
I like Froot Loops, Lucky Charms, and assorted other cereals that will surely give me a heart-attack before I’m 40. I’m guessing the fruit in Froot Loops is misspelled for legal reasons, since they contain nothing remotely close to fruit.
At this point, I’m not even sure people care who gets the Republican nomination for President. I think a large majority of people are just being entertained by the best series on television this year. You have plot twists with Herman Cain, and emotional breakdowns with Rick Perry. You have the straight man in Mitt Romney, and the crazy uncle in Newt Gingrich. Or maybe that’s Ron Paul?
Regardless of plot developments, I think both Democrats and Republicans are so entertained they hate to see all this end.
We always buy our cats some catnip and a toy for Christmas. They almost always get more enjoyment from leftover wrapping paper and empty boxes. There’s probably a lesson on consumerism here.
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Awesome Kwanzaa! Enjoy the holidays, folks.
I’m all for starting educating young, but sometimes people get a bit silly about it. It isn’t that complex economic models don’t matter, it’s just that for a little kid they’re simply not going to make sense, even if mentally they’re capable of understanding the basic concept. Teach them about dinosaurs, poetry, and basic chemistry, instead.
Christmas is wonderful, but it sure is stressful with all kinds of things that can go horribly wrong. One such thing that can go horribly wrong is dressing your pets up for the holidays. It isn’t that anything in particular will happen, but it’s more that you simply never should do this.
Just like most people should only play Dance Central behind close doors where there’s no chance anyone else will ever see. Ever.
I have a cat who I joke has won this award two years running. The idea that the National Audubon Society would attempt to mock one cat a year amuses me. In truth, it must be sort of embarrassing for any cat that goes through life without hunting one other creature successfully. I know that’s why you buy them toy mice and such, but surely they know better. I think there’s a business idea there–local stores you can take your cat to and pay for an hour of them hunting mice and birds in a controlled environment. Sound sick and twisted? That’s what they said about Google, too.
This comic may seem crueler to our female readers, but remember this is Mr. Mittens. He has no real conscience in the traditional sense. He is remorseless. He is a cat.
By the way, since it is Halloween, I think parents that don’t let their kids indulge themselves in candy this one night a year are a little wonky. Look, don’t let little Cindy or Billy eat chocolate for breakfast every morning of the year, but a little sugar one night a year isn’t likely to make them any slower, dumber, or fatter.
If you’re unaware, a woman really is suing the distributors of Drive because she thought it looked like another Fast and Furious type film. It’s not. While I might have some qualms with Drive, make no mistake about what kind of film it is. It’s an art house film with very light trappings of a car chase film.
Still, who sues because they don’t like a movie?
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