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The other night I drove past the spring opening
of a local soft serve ice cream shop. There must have been 400 people in the parking
lot; some were even spilling out into the street. Those people seemed ravenous to get at that delicious
soft serve ice cream. I could picture
some of these folks, snowed in and frozen dessert-starved for these last six
months, excitedly crossing off days on a kitchen calendar especially dedicated
to this event. Witnessing this
phenomenon gave me what is probably a hair-brained
and crazy idea for a new niche-filling business : A Winter Soft Serve Ice Cream Shop.
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Two Juggalos rode past my house on their bicycles
the other day. I thought to myself, wow,
it’s so great that their organization still exists; otherwise, I bet there’d be
a bunch of insane clown type people with no truly relevant, satisfying and
meaningful social outlet.
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Sometimes, you’ll see a really doofy looking guy
with an incredibly beautiful girl, and they act like they’re so happy and in
love and stuff. You can’t help but stare
as you try to process how these two ended up together, and you finally conclude that he’s
probably rich and she must be a shallow gold digger. What a couple of superficial loser phonies,
you smirk to yourself, in your superior judgmental aloneness.
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I think it would have been so cool if the Blue
Angel pilots and White House tour guides had been invited to the President’s “Memphis
blues” shindig with Justin “Otis” Timberlake the other night. I’m pretty sure they were available.
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Sometimes when I’m at a bar listening to a band, I wonder if the
other people are dancing to a different song than I’m hearing.
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A lot of people don’t know this, but the first “wave”
at a sporting event actually happened completely by coincidence.
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Probably no one knows exactly when it happened,
but at some point, a woman did the first “duck lips” pose for a picture. Man, it really caught on, and I hate her.
