It’s been a long, long time. I believe a Come Back Special is in order. Prepare yourself for . . . the return of the Weekly Whacked!!
(And, I’m just realizing that this is actually my 200th post! So, I guess a resurgence of the whacked is an appropriate celebratory event. Huzzah!!).
This was a few months ago on my way to work, where I got caught behind SIX snow plows blocking the entire road and all progress of traffic moving forward. While I applaud the county’s exuberance in combatting snow on the roads, I’m thinking that six plows across 3 lanes of traffic might just be a bit too much overkill, n’est pas?
Is this really what they need to resort to in advertising . . . man caves? Oy.
This was so very whacked. I personally watched as a woman walked up to the salad bar, grabbed these two containers, started putting lettuce in one, and then mumbled to herself that it was cheaper to just get plain lettuce, threw down the tongs, and then just walked away. Just left this mess for someone else to deal with right there. I was so surprised that by the time I got myself together, sadly she was gone. Lucky for her. I might have slapped her. Ridiculous.
This one just snuck right up on me on the highway. Imagine my shock! Those damn fungi are sneaky little bastards.
You would see a lot of this around tax time this past April, but this one is just sorta sad. He’s not holding a sign or gesturing or anything. He’s just walking back and forth with the help of his cane. Give Mr. Liberty a chair at least, people!
Can you say redneck? Count the instances of references to Jeff Gordon. Go ahead . . .
This was my tire. So I sat on the side of the highway during rush hour traffic, in sweltering 95* heat, waiting for my Brother in Law to come help me change it. I hate being a damsel in distress. I really need to take one of those car maintainance classes!!
Pinkish/purplish type car. It was much more vibrant in person. In fact, I probably would have thought “Mary Kay car” if it wasn’t such a jalopy piled with an unbelievable amount of crap inside. I think there is even a car seat buried in there somewhere. Poor kid.
Which fact is more disturbing? The fact that a grown-ass woman is driving around with this sticker on her car, or . . . the fact that I immediately recognized those symbols as New Kids On The Block? Crap, it’s the second one, isn’t it? Hell.
There are now pamphlets at the post office, warning people about online fraud. Our tax dollars at work here, people. Really, if you are dumb enough to send a Nigerian prince cash, then you deserve to lose all of your money. Yep, I said it.
Not sure if you can tell, but her backpack has these colorful foam spikes all over it. At least, I’m hoping they are foam, because otherwise that would be pretty painful to hoist around on your back. Although, I imagine nobody would mess with you while carrying that thing.
This isn’t so much whacked as it is awesome. I went to a wedding recently, and this guy was the DJ. Check out the rad mustache/sideburns deal he’s got going on all up in there. Love it.
And . . . the unexpected yet triumphant return of the Whacked is now in the books, y’all.
((Throws down mike, making that thudding reverberation sound, and then walks off the stage))
The Whacked has left the building. Thank you, thank you very much. Good night!
(And that’s how we do 200).