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First of all, i've no idea why this picture is so giant, but it is fitting.
I love all you guys, but i'm a little tired of the FUP statuses most of y'all are touting.
Therefore, i'm declaring myself a puffin --obviously NOT a penguin.
Love ya, mean it.
Cz
Okay, i get it that submarine sandwiches are phallic. We got that in 2nd grade. Since Subway's 5-dolla-foot-long campaign has been such a hit [sic], Quiznos is now in on the act, promoting their Tasty Torpedo.
This ad makes me really uncomfortable:
The Oven: "I want you to do something for me."
Scott [the naive sandwich technician]: Looks down at his pants, shakes his head "No, not doing that again, it burned."
Oven: "We both enjoyed that."
WHAT?!?!? overt, much! but wait, it gets better, or rather worse. The Oven continues about his latest invention, the Tasty Torpedo & then bullies Scott to "Put it in me."
Uhm, this ad does not make me want a sandwhich it makes me want to vomit.
I realized today that music videos can only be found on youtube. How i yearn for the days of MTV when it was mostly about, uhm, music! not effing stupid-ass reality shows, sigh. Yo, MTV Raps! was brilliant. i'm a little confused how they still have the music video awards show, but...
Anyway, enough. So i like this video, but something about it is a bit creepy, a la Sesame Street meets Alice in Wonderland as orchestrated by Miss Lily Allen. Take a watch.
So the Tuesday night, i locked myself out of my bedroom.
Not out of my house, just my bedroom.
When i'm gone for the day, i have to close up the bedrooms, so Jack doesn't terrorize the entire house. On Monday, i got home from Yosemite & wanted to unpack, so i locked Jack outta my bedroom by literally locking the door. that didn't really work & i'm still not unpacked, but that's not this story.
So on Tuesday morning, all rejuvenated from a nice long weekend, i slam the bedroom door & trot to work. Work was a bloody mess, sigh. I get home late, it's raining, at least Jack is happy to see me. I go to get into some comfy-doodles & guess what? i can't get into my bedroom. & the whole thing rushes back to me...
What do i do first? find an old credit card! oh, but the molding of the door doesn't allow me to wedge the card through, nor get the proper leverage.
Paperclip! That will work, the key hole is really just a pin hole & that always works in the movies.
Nope. not working. (by-the-by, Jack is whining to get inside as i do this).
Time for real tools, screwdriver to the rescue!
nope, i need to have the door open in order to pull the door knob out.
My window is open! i'll spare the number of times it took to get to the end point:
By this time it is after 8 pm, so dark-dark out.
It's raining.
I remove the screen & crank open the window all the way.
Get a kitchen chair and put it under the window.
Place a stool on top of the chair.
Climb up and place the metal step-stool inside the room.
Carefully straddle the window (thankful i'm a girl).
Step onto said rusty stepstool & i'm inside!
Momentary panic as i realize i didn't put on all the way the front side of the door knob, but then i test the door & it works! i'm in my bedroom & able to get out.
Jack is thrilled as he jumps on the bed & gives me the "took long enough" look.
This is definitely up there on stupidest things i've done in the Jackson estate, sheesh!
