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I’m thinking of doing a Serial Killer of the Month page and adding it to Written in Blood
As a security guard I have an immense talent for pissing people off. Don’t come to my desk griping and complaining that you’re having chest pains when I saw you five minutes ago smoking like a chimney and talking to God knows who about God knows what on your cellphone.
I have yet to see the movie Twilight or any of the sequels. I feel that this is a good thing.
I never danced with the devil in the pale moonlight.
Christopher Walken should be given an Oscar just for existing.
Remember that little kid from Jerry Maguire? I don’t either.
You ever wonder who decided what foods were edible? I mean, if I had been the first guy to see an egg drop out of a chicken, I would not have been thinking “Hmm, I bet if I crack that egg, and mix some cheese in with the insides, I could have an omelet.”
The first pornographic-related injury occurred when Grog the caveman dropped the centerfold on his toe while flogging the mammoth. Think about it, you’ll get it.
There is no such thing as an original idea. Somebody, somewhere thought of it long before you or I did.
After watching No Country for Old Men a second time, I figured out what the title means.
I wonder if famous people would be famous if they had different names. Melvin Presley. Orville Springsteen. Olive Spears. Hmm, nah!
Before he was Alexander the Great, he was Alexander the “Okay, you’ll do.”
I am grateful to anyone who even spends one second reading my blog.
It’s really annoying when some doesn’t finish a sen….