Mr. Pat and I invaded Costco tonight. I ran into several people I know. It was a mini-version of TAPPERASS: THIS IS YOUR LIFE! However, I was quite surprised, and incredibly fortunate to run into our beloved Ernie B. from Ernie’s Place. He and his wife were in town to buy a couple of things and get a bite to eat at Gallagher’s Irish Pub.
Reason #1 I dig the man from Branscomb Center
The salutation he lays on me when he sees me in Costco:
“Well, hey there. How are you? Are you looking for Porn?”
Ernie went legend on me in Costco, and Mr. Pat was my witness. Thank you so much Ernie for putting the cherry on top of my day. I hope you and your wife had a great meal at Gallagher’s. I pray the fries were as good as I said, and if not I owe you one!
OK, we are seriously headed towards life like we saw on the Jetsons.
I am waiting for the first knuckle-head to overdose on Blueberries.
Sounds like the name of a Transformer to me.
Oh no, this won’t confuse consumers at all. Nope, not one bit.
I never knew vitamins were like fine wine. Better with age?
If you can’t tear apart paper towels properly after the age of six, use napkins.
Oh sure, Ford starts to show a profit once they decided to let the car buyer assemble his/her own car.
This product name is wasted here. That name belongs with a sex aide/toy you would find at Good Relations.
No this is not a store display. It also is not a police line up of cheese. I was confused for a few minutes waiting for the flying to start.
We had to ask: What are gourmet, the lobsters or the kisses?
“There’s no way, NO way that you came from MY loins. Soon as I get home, first thing I’m gonna do is punch yo mamma in da mouth!” (what movie? )
I was looking for O-Positive… anyone?
Be guilty no more! Now they come in snack size bags.