Watch for the Signs

STOP Dinosaurs...?

We’ve all seen the signs.  We all know what they mean.  STOP.  I’m sure no one really looks at them outside of noticing that they’re there.  That’s why the STOP signs at the 4-way stop by the fire department in my town have remained altered.  Hell, I don’t even know how long they’ve been that way.  I’d say vandalized, but that’s too harsh of a word.  “Decorated.”  

IDK

Fail-blog text messages amuse me.  I don’t care if they’re fake, or if they’re going out of style.  I read a “top 25” set at the beginning of the year that by the end of them I was laughing so hard I was crying and I couldn’t even read them out loud anymore.

 

My most recent favorite goes something like this:

- Hey, do you know what IDK means?

- I don’t know.

- Ug!  No one knows!

Days later, it still tickles me.  In fact, I want to simulate that same conversation with an unsuspecting participant.

It hasn’t going my way.  By the time I decided to, I’d already told the story to most of my fiends.  The first person I tried it on went like this: