This is yet another example of the people in charge of companies, falling on their stupid, doughy faces.

Who in the hell do they expect to read this sign, really?

This could say any host of things...like,
"Ole! We Rotted Two Extra Widows!"
"Please Throw Weed To Extreme Minnows"
"Sleaze Pro Fed Bro Extended Swim Cow"

Anyone see anything else?

But seriously, what genius decided to put this sign up thinking that it actually had value? Customers just see a sign and know that the person who gives them the wrong order is obviously at the next window.

This sign could say, "Choke and Die" and no one could read it. They should just have a big, dumb, Looney Toons windshield sun-blocker that people used to use in their 1985 Tempos.
"Hey, was that Taz?"
"Just keep drivin' Beth, I want my fries hot!"

There are several stores that NEVER use that first window. In fact, I have been to several spots that do not use the first "speaker/microphone". They have a sign written on loose-leaf paper or a manila envelope, "Please drive to next speaker". Why do we have these initial fake-outs? Wallpaper the inside of those extra hubs in the "Drive Thru"(Don't get me started on the spelling of ''thru"). It's as if the building was designed for space battle. Like the more bubble domes jutting out from the sides of the buildings can be laser-gun turrets to fight of enemy warships.

Nerds are in charge of fast food restaurants. You'd think nerds could at least get the speaker to sound better.

Yup, he's getting married. I don't know if they are going to release the video for this on the podcast feed...but I'm betting on NO.
This is my public congratulations to Jenna and Jim...er Dan.
Yaaaaaaaaay!!

My Dad is having heart issues.
Not funny.
Not fun.
This is why there was no show this week.
I have been trying to be around him as much as possible.
Laying in 3 different hospitals for 3 weeks, waiting for tests and doctors' opinions to align is not fun either. The problem is that my Dad's hospital is in London, Ontario, which is 2 hours away. So, the show will resume next week, as will my father's normal life after he finally gets some heart surgery done.

To lighten things up a bit, I have supplied this photo.
I knew my Dad would recover when I started seeing humourous things in the hospital. This is but one example.
I direct your attention to the procedure that the hospital calls a "diva".
It's the third one from the top. It apparantly takes 40 minutes to complete.
Is this just the waiting time for a woman who is whipping her hair around and making her entourage go get Twinkies and bottles water for her?
If a diva has major attitude with the receptionist, is she given a penalty (like in football) of 45 minutes (flat rate) until she curbs te attitude?

P.S. What the hell is a "fistulagram"? Sounds like something Shane needs, but wouldn't enjoy...much.

Just curious.
Love You Dad.

Tom and I were unable to hook up today and record our show.
We sorry, guess you'll actually have to listen to the loser sitting next to you on the bus eat his own gums. Ew!...yay....hobo's are awesome!

Tim Horton's has been the source of some ranting for me, and it continues to engage me in unexpected situations.

During the last visit, on the way to recording Episode 69, I was heading to pick up two coffees for Shane and I. Looking ahead of me, I saw something bright blue on the pavement. I knew immediately it was a five dollar bill.

I drove up, hopped out, grabbed my camera, and shot a photo from ground level. Luckily, I was being shielded by the truck while I took the photo. Truthfully, I did look around to see if someone had been killed in the distance, scattering money into the wind. There's not a whole lot around this coffee shop, so there could have been some nefarious happenings occurring in the field behind the lot.

I started thinking about the last time I found money.
I'm one of those people who walks to the money when I see it, and I step on it immediately. In case someone else sees it, I want to have 170 pounds resting in it when the sucker reaches to pick it up.
It's so lame that I (we) do this, because we know that this money might belong to someone else, and we will be out some free money.
I can't help it. Unless I see an oaf pull out his wallet and mishandle his cash with chubby fingers, watching it fall to the floor, and he doesn't notice, then that cash is mine. I'm not a thief, just a competitive money-grubber.
There's a difference.
Shane's a thief.
I'm only interested in stealing 35 minutes of your life every week.


If only I could find more listeners so easily...

This pic should be horizontal, but it's way funnier vertical.

Topics Include: Tom found 5, Horsetrack Money, "Thanks for Ruining Everything.......", Cry-orhea, WORDPLAY ANSWERS: Meat and Chemistry, NEW TOPIC: Money in your Shorts (or underwear)

Squeezeboxers!

Topics Include: Meeting Tom...Boo, Losing an Hour, Facebook oops, The Poo Incident. WORDPLAY ANSWERS: HOBO: None, NEW TOPIC: Meat and Chemistry.

Oh bother...I have no words to describe this...
Tut, tut, it looks like rain.

Poor Shane, and his likeness to an infant "yellow" bear named after "number two".

I think you guys both eat honey by the handful out of a big jug too, right?
This is so funny!

Thanks Kelly!