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Sorry, but this just made my morning. (and there’s a tangent in this blog... FYI)

Sorry, but this just made my morning. (and there’s a tangent in this blog... FYI)

During allergy season, I get so tired of saying and hearing the phrase "bless you..." Is there not something else we can say?

This morning alone, I sneezed six times before I even got to work. I can only imagine what the rest of my day has in store for me. (speaking of in-store, LTJ fans need to keep reading...)

So then I get to work early and I'm doing my morning routine: myspace, LOTD, shoebox, gmail, AIM, interpals. And when I get to shoeboxblog
on of the things I get to read is this:

Other Things Besides "Bless you" to Say When Someone Sneezes

"Biohazard!"
"Quarantine!"
"You'll die alone!"
"Thar she blows!"
"So's yer old man!"
"Blasphemy!"
"Get a room!"
"Incoming!"
"Your nose fell off."


My favorites are 'you'll die alone,' 'thar she blows!' and 'incoming!' For me, this is funnier than shit.

Other things I read on Shoebox today:

Archaeologists are planning a DNA test for a 3500-year-old mummy. They expect to prove conclusively that it's John McCain's father.

Researchers have discovered a tribe in the Amazon that has had no contact with the outside world until... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Starbucks! They now have a Starbucks!

41 million fewer Americans will be flying this year. So, somewhere, someone's got an insanely large mountain of tiny bags of peanuts.

A man who was attacked and beaten with his own artificial leg is unharmed and grateful he wasn't wearing the leg that knows kung fu.

Four Brits are attempting to row across the Atlantic Ocean in a 29-foot boat. It's going fine so far, except for the threats to drown the one guy who won't stop humming "Row, Row, Row Your Boat."

The iconic courthouse set from "Back to the Future" was destroyed in a fire at Universal Studios Sunday. We're guessing lightning strike.



Now, the tangent:

In two weeks and two days, some friends and I are going to see Less Than Jake -- what's new, right?

How about the fact that we're seeing them twice in one day? Are we retards, probably ... NOT.

June 19, 2008

4 P.M. : Virgin Megastore, in-store
7 P.M. : Right Across the cobblestones @ House of Blues.
with Mustard Plug and the Suburban Legends.


HOT diggity DOG!

why not, right?

Coming Soon:

another blog.

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