Readers, I have a few things on my mind and they must be shared...
We're all familiar with The National Geographic magazine. We've all skimmed them in a doctor's waiting room...and probably put it down when we realized the pictures of the naked Africans weren't as titillating as we had hoped for....and we quickly moved on to Highlights magazine...trying to find the toaster hiding in the fence.
Well, in an effort to keep up with the times (they missed that boat by at least 24 years) and to draw in a younger audience... The National Geographic is now referring to themselves as.... NAT G.O.
Sorry, NAT G.O. you still aren't cool. I'm still only looking for the naked pics and putting you down in disappointment shortly thereafter.
Recently I was at the grocery store and I had just barely parked my car when I noticed a guy coming out of the store...pushing his cart of groceries to his car...and I couldn't stop staring. Why? Well, let me preface my disgust with saying the dude was tubby. Back to the story.... so, tubby guy was walking out of the store, cart full of food, had on his 'all-you-can-eat-buffet' sweatpants...and he was eating a loaf of french bread. Yes, he had a loaf of french bread peeking out of it's sleeve and he was just chomping away on it. There are a lot of things you can get away with nibbling before you get to your car.... a grape, a jellybean, a nut or two...even a donut. But a loaf of french bread???
Have some self-respect, tubbo! Eat it in your car on the way home!