Grandmas in bars...

And I quote from our table mate at the piano bar "grandmas getting shit faced."

Creating words

Discursion: a digression and an excursion

Example: stopping at Wendy's with dad for fries when we're rushing to Raleigh

The priest and his ring

My great uncle is a rebel priest. Here's his "thank you prayer" for when I found his ring:

"Sweet Jesus. Thank you for helping me find my ring through as lowly and unexceptional servant as Maile. You work in mysterious ways."

Thanks priest.

South unfairly targets wearers of cargo shorts

Daily Tarheel
By Letter to the Editor | Letters

TO THE EDITOR:

Editor, I have a problem. I am a northerner working in the area for the summer and I have long abided by American principles.

When I heard I would be living below the Mason-Dixon, I assumed that Southerners too would live by the American code. I thought Carolinians would hold freedom near and dear to their hearts.

Instead, I have found that Southern hospitality is a sham.
Instead of celebrating individual freedoms, they spit in the faces of those who are different. I am talking about the alienation of cargo shortwearers.

In Boston, they are not a problem. For some reason, though, they are sin in the South. Girls scorn you at the bars, refusing to talk to you the second they see your surplus storage. Guys laugh and call you “pocket boy” or, the more creative, “trash.” Emma Lazarus would be rolling in her grave. Why is this the case? Why are there always two pockets of separation between society and myself? I urge the students of Chapel Hill to change. I call on them to accept the tired and poor cargo-d masses yearning to breathe free. After these trials and tribulations I wonder, “Can we all just get along?”

George Huber
Boston University

Oh. My. Moments

1) mom said and I quote "they were getting frisky"

2) grandma dancing with a "last night out" bachelorette flag...and sticking it in her cleavage to anchor it.

3) jon: he was Jewish. Mom: how can you tell? Jon: you can just tell. Mom: how an you tell? Jon: once you get out of fayetteville you can just tell.

Right.

What does a homeless man need?

Clearly Karate.

Best homeless sign ever: (Sorry no photo, my phone was DEAD)

"Ninjas stole my family. I need money to take karate classes."

Yes Tom is milking a coffee cup.