I’ll be damned… prices double or triple over a few years added to the convenience of “we’re out of large cups, out of French fry containers, out of hamburger buns, out of ALL chicken based products, and the frying oil hasn’t been changed in months… how may i help you?” and business drops off. Can’t imagine why… a burger, fry, and Coke for two shouldn’t cost as much or more than a steak dinner for two prepared at home. It’s FAST FOOD not fine dining. It used to be fast, food (barely), and fairly cheap now it isn’t fast or cheap but it’s still barely food.

Of course there are the exceptions to the rule… Wendy and Mickey D introduced “dollar menu” items and Arby’s introduced their “second mortgage meal” years ago. I always said I love Arby’s but I hate filling out the loan application before you can order!

But… it isn’t JUST fast food that has gotten ridiculously expensive. A couple days ago my wife and I stopped at a sit down restaurant for breakfast. We both had a couple poached eggs over ham and cheese hash brown patties with a modified hollandaise sauce with coffee. Nice place with nice food but nothing spectacular, not 5 star service with a special waiter that only brushes crumbs between courses or anything like that. Just a decent restaurant. After tip the bill was over $80.00… for breakfast. Our once a week go out for breakfast has now reduced to once every 4 to 6 weeks purely due to the exorbitantly high prices.

It shouldn’t be cheaper to buy a boat and go fishing than it is to order the Admirals Feast at dead lobster.

OK, off my soap box and back to my rocking chair on the front porch, to be sure those damn kids stay off of my lawn… grumbles under breath about gas prices while walking away…

Thre price, for me, would be that they have to deal with the dead body laid out on the conference table during the meeting. I absolutely guarantee that after an 8 hour run, I will have been dead for 7 hours and 55 minutes.

THE POWER OF ICE COMPELS THEE! THE POWER OF ICE COMPELS THEE!

Once the pen is too easy then you move up to Sharpies… it gets exciting from there.

Pardon me… I speak motorboat.

IF they also had a hobby of reloading bullets, that fine black powder might be easy to clean up with just one match… of course, it will just make a bigger mess to clean up.

Had the same thing happened to me. Bought a house that the previous owners were chain smokers. Spent all day getting the kitchen painted a nice brick red. Left to go get supper. Came back to the same beige walls from before painting. All of the paint had slipped down and off the walls. Great mess to clean up and start all over.

Those curtains aren’t beige naturally. They started out snow white, but 17 years of 2 people smoking 3 packs a day with all the doors and windows tightly shut will do that.

A 50 50 will cost you about tree fiddy in these parts. So they say…

Why is that cop pestering Skelly? Skelly is white after all… but seriously… I guarantee the perp had at least Most of a skeleton so he/she/it does fit the description.

Old “your momma” joke… Your momma so fat when she sits around the house, she sits “around” the house! Meaning that she’s as big as the whole house or even bigger than the house.

Which someone that fat is morbidly obese.

So the joke is a twist on the joke, with a jab at the fat person, in the form of faux concern over their health.

Sort of in the same vein as “bless your heart” or “he/she has a great personality”.

It’s a stab at fat… I can’t help but feel targeted but I’ll have to wait until the stabbing pain in my chest subsides. The shooting pain down my left arm is lessening already! I’m fine, everything’s fine… just let me catch my breath for a moment.

That boy’s thought… “I May Tag that later if all goes well.”

The only sad part about Weasley leaving was that it didn’t happen in the first episode

TIL that honey bees are Juggalos…whoop whoop.

I have this shirt. It was a gift. The very first time I wore it was to work. I’m subtle like that…

Sometimes it’s also their last diamondback

Everyone that has been exposed to it dies…eventually.

Sounds like the “undercover spy gear” that was popular for a while. I think there was a cigarette case that folded open and became a gun and, of course, the ink pen telescope plus the ink pen with disappearing ink! And several others as well. It was weird… we all played outside using our imagination to create fabulous worlds in the same backyard that was a grand prix track yesterday and an undersea exploration spot the day before that. A stick was a horse one minute, a cane the next, a rifle after that , and a baseball bat… hitting home runs with the bases loaded, winning the world series. Those black walnuts would sail when you made good contact!

Look… ok… it’s right there in my name…old. LOL

Wait…whaaaat???