Babys R Us

Is a total shitbox. No other store can compete with their level of inconsistant merchandise and consistantly clueless employees.

I truly hate this awful store. Somebody put this place out of business.

75/85 South. This wacko sure wants you to know where you’re headin’ in the afterlife…Not pictured was an image of 9/11 above the words, “Repent or else!”

Well, I imagine if he continues to drive this shit box down major freeways at 35 MPH, he’ll be meeting his maker a lot sooner than anyone else.

Repent away, nutbag.

Panda Express lies. There was a vague hint of clorox in my beef/brocolli. My rides aboard the fresh express are over after this visit.

I’ve had it with these balls of tar!

We just got back from a week in Florida. I am currently sitting at Cactus Carwash® getting the sand vacuumed from the interior and road wear and bug guts washed from the exterior.

(UPDATE): I am no longer currently sitting at the Cactus Carwash®. They were extremely quick, very thorough, and my number was called before I could finish this post. So, now, I am currently sitting on the toilet—as I am quite frequently when you’re reading these entries—and my laptop can’t find my AirPort Express®. Without the internet, I cannot sidewalk surf the web. Thus, even though a week has passed, I’ve got no choice but to go back and finish this post.

(UPDATE 2:) I am no longer on the toilet. If my memory serves me correctly, I received a knock on the bathroom door startling me to attention (shamefully, that was like a month ago). It was my wife telling me to hurry up. She needed to leave; the baby needed a guardian. So, I am currently sitting at the Library coffee shop. Many weeks later from the originally typed words: “we just got back from a week in Florida.”