I Hate When That Happens
I've been kinda busy around the Taterpatch these days and when I haven't been busy I've been feeling kinda shitty from some medications I've had to take. This is supposed to be the last dose, however, so before long I should be fit as a fiddle again (how does a fiddle get fit, anyway? Diet and exercise, I guess).
So if y'all really don't mind (and be honest: Nobody really minds less of my bullshit, right?), I'm once more turning over the coveted Weekend Diversion space to another guest, this time the estimable Uncle JR:
I was watching TV today when one of the characters who had heard a gunshot said "I thought it was a car backfiring."
Now, when was the last time YOU heard a car backfire? It's been eons, and with the state of cars today, I'm pretty sure that it's a very infrequent occasion.
So, I was wondering, what movie/TV cliche drives you nuts?
That should keep the kids busy while we hit mom and dad's liquor cabinet.
Speaking of liquor, I didn't see this tidbit (there's a word that doesn't get used enough) of news show up here, so as a bonus here's the story of the year:
Police said a man will be charged with public drunkenness after several witnesses saw him attempting to resuscitate a road-killed opossum.
State police said they charged Donald Wolfe, 55, of Brookville, Jefferson County, after they arrived at the scene on Route 36 in Oliver Township around 3 p.m. Thursday.
A news release from police does not state how he was trying to revive the opossum.