Barf-O!

Note to self: Leave town October 8-11.

Antique Frito!

The original corn chips? Wow, that must be an old bag of Fritos!

The Mile High Club

I hate it when signs have an orgasm in public while fucking a plane. Hey sign and plane, get a room why don’t you? Sheesh!

Alphabet City

I love it when stores fall into alphabetical order!

You Think Graham Kerr Owns This Place?

An oxymoron if ever I saw one. Which makes me think of this joke I made up a couple years ago: “What do you call Rush Limbaugh when he’s high on pills? An oxymoron!” (rimshot.)