Co-ooookie Crisps!

I just saw a late 90's Toyota Camry station wagon with spinners for rims.

I just drove past a billboard on highway 99 that read "Brooks Ranch- Family Dinning." Nothing quite like having your spelling error immortalized in two foot high letters on a major thoroughfare.

My roommate thinks I waste dish soap so he dilutes it by waiting until it is half empty, and then filling it up with water. But the thing is, I know that he does that, so I just compensate by squeezing out twice as much. It's a real stalemate.

One of my biggest pet peeves is unnecessary quotations. The other day I was at a bar with this sign on the wall:
"Free"
"Pool"
on Sundays
I mean, come on, that's borderline retarded.

I recently decided to try experimenting with facial hair. I didn't really like my goatee at first, but it has really grown on me.

I'm fairly certain Cookie Crisp is a gift from god to man in the form of cereal.