Thanks, Lyons Post Office! and thanks to the unidentified county employee who unknowingly demonstrated just how stupid this is…
Although it was in Rochester (Monroe County), which horse do you think came from Wayne County?
“When the party was nice, the party was pumpin’. . . “
It’s the line that separates wimpy snow from real he-man snow, the kind that requires hip boots and 4-wheel drive and gives us the privilege of scoffing at anyone who runs out to buy milk, bread, and toilet paper when the weather people are forecasting up to 3 inches of snow. . .ya big wusses. . . WE know what REAL snow is!!!
. . . although I am ready for some lake effect SUN!!!!!!
Most New Year’s Resolutions involve some sort of self improvement–weight loss, maybe, or watching less TV and reading more, or eating healthier, or perhaps giving up cigarettes. . . but only in Wayne County would a New Year’s Resolution be “I am going to improve my personal hygiene.” Yet, here it is, folks, the proof: “We’re making resolutions easier to keep” by selling personal care products for less than a dollar each!
No more toothless jokes: We DO SO have our own teeth (except for a few of the trailer trash living down by the canal).
Unless, of course, I have it all wrong, and Wayne County’ers are going to keep that Saturday Night bath habit, thank you, and instead resolve to buy more Colgate-Palmolive products in 2013. . . you know, doing our part to support the economy and all that. . .
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*…but not about you, only about your cash
“I toldja, *never* drive out in Wayne County without your seat belt!! Now look what you’ve done, — a fine, and every time they see the motorcade out on 104 they stop and fine us again, even though we are all choking on those damn seatbelts.”
“Oh, quit whining, look at these nice clothes we get for free. *Someone’s* gotta pay for ’em..and the food ain’t bad, ‘cept I’ve never had so many apples in my entire life….”
“Clothes won’t matter when they put us on community service, and neither will food. I hear that community service out here is a real bitch.”
“Nah, you must be confusing that with the prosecutor.”
“Yeah, well, YOU try getting 50 Secret Service guys out of Big Lots and back into cars and see how YOU feel . .that’s even worse than community service…with our luck, we’ll be shoveling manure on some apple farm while all the rednecks hanging out at Palmer Hall laugh at us…stupid rednecks!!”
“Well, of course they are, that’s why they call ’em 315’ers…hey, look! Chinese donuts! Canna Coke?”
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