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June Odds and Ends
There are two commercials that I hear constantly when I'm listening to the radio while driving that drive me up the wall.
The first one is a series of Geico ads for motorcycle insurance, featuring the gravel-voiced character "Smokey the Hardcore Biker". All of them are irritating, but the one where Smokey explains that he has a gravelly voice because of all the bugs he's swallowed while riding his motorcycle has to be the worst of the lot. It's nearly enough to make you lose your lunch.
The second is yet another series of similar ads; this time for Ovaltine. The kids all chant in unison about "rich, chocolate Ovaltine", and their voices sound as if they've had waaaaaaaaaaaay too much sugary Ovaltine already.
"More Ovaltine, please!"
Nah, I think I'll give them Ritalin, instead.
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The other night when delivering a pizza at an apartment complex, a man in the parking lot asked me if I was carrying any "extra" pizzas.
Yeah, right! I have a pizza oven in the car that keeps them piping hot!
Some morons are just too f'n stupid to eat.
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The results of a recent study published in the June 22nd issue of Science Magazine has concluded that first-born children have higher IQs and more intelligence than their later born siblings.
Sorry, but I'm a youngest child and my IQ and test scores on both achievement and aptitude tests ran circles around those of both my older siblings.
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It's been hotter than hell around here for the last couple of weeks. And there's no end in sight. It's been so hot that I've been looking around for the guy in the red suit carrying a pitchfork, because I know I'll be trapped in his domain for the next several months.
You know that summer is finally here when you get up from sitting on the toilet -- and the seat rises with you. At night, I no longer simply undress -- I have to peel my clothes off. Ugh.
Every summer I also have to fight the urge to cut my hair, as having sweaty, frizzy hair stuck to my neck isn't the most pleasant thing in the world. So far, however, I've managed to resist doing so.
Fall can't come quickly enough for me...
It's getting hotter here in Connecticut just thinking about you peeling off
your clothes. Thanks.
Can't say I've heard the first commercial, but it's one of the advantages
of being hearing impaired. The second commercial reminds me I'm not
impaired enough.
