When one is in a Yoghurt Mountain store, surrounded by hordes of Social Justice Weenie mothers and their
That is all.
Peter
(P.S.: It's a delicious flavor, despite its name!)
The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
6 comments:
Hahaha! You are a bad, bad man! :-D
Hey Peter...
I have done similer...A few years ago we were at F.A.O Schwartz in New York, I was in the stuffed animals, the spousal unit was a bit away from me....I saw a stuffed baby seal...Well I pick it up..held it above my head and commented a bit loud "Hey Sweetie!! I used to club these things in the early 80's....." Man the looks I got from the wife and the people was priceless:)
I am quite frankly shocked and disgusted, sir! How dare you engage in such heartless, thoughtless, and generally mean-spirited activities.
Without filming them for our amusement, I mean. ;-)
Seriously, I'd have paid good money to see that!
Should have answered the howls of protest with "Okay, how about we have some baby's blood instead? Would that be better?" (Planned Parenthood reference) :-P
Reminds me of the time I was eating lunch with a church group. The Reverend was talking about how her father provided shelter for the deer on his land, and how cute she thought they were and I replied with, "I can understand why he did that. Venison is really tasty."
I'm surrounded by them http://yogurtmountain.com/locations/
and darned thankful to whatever reason has kept them away. At least the denizens of Starboinks tend to leave their spawn at home or locked in the car so that I can get a slice of banana-nut bread while only having to deal with those over 5 feet tall.
stay safe.
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