Well, Beasley-Allen (law firm full of weasels, but I repeat myself) dropped it’s suit against Taco Bell.
Hurray! Waytogo Taco Bell!
[after] changes in marketing and product disclosure were made… (source: Fox News)
I am not 100% sure but I think that means “We found we didn’t have a leg to stand on and the judge said ‘You can walk or I’ll spank you and then send you packing'”. Do I have that about right?
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You might have seen my last posting and comments to it where my daughter innocently said something that she heard me say and I cringed. It sounded funny coming out of my mouth. Out of hers? It made me cringe.
Well, take a read about this lady’s conversation with her daughter about the birds, the bees, and permutations thereof… rather insightful in an innocent way. But the mom had to be squirming once she set foot down a certain path. Frankly I would have backed the B&B truck up and said “Hokay, you’re old enough to ask the question I’ll give you as much truth as you can stomach.”
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Zombie-Proof Homes! I know what my next home will be! It has windows, they’re just hidden under the concrete window covers. Big Bird couldn’t take a window out w/o breaking his neck.
The walkway on the left is a drawbridge and is the only way in once you button the place up – and it can be raised. I’m emotionally erect.
… … … wow.
Ok, along the lines of zombies… This review was on Amazon.com for “John Dies @ the End”.
In this reissue of an Internet phenomenon originally slapped between two covers in 2007 by indie Permutus Press, Wong—Cracked.com editor Jason Pargin’s alter ego—adroitly spoofs the horror genre while simultaneously offering up a genuinely horrifying story. The terror is rooted in a substance known as soy sauce, a paranormal psychoactive that opens video store clerk Wong’s—and his penis-obsessed friend John’s—minds to higher levels of consciousness. Or is it just hell seeping into the unnamed Midwestern town where Wong and the others live? Meat monsters, wig-wearing scorpion aberrations and wingless white flies that burrow into human skin threaten to kill Wong and his crew before infesting the rest of the world. A multidimensional plot unfolds as the unlikely heroes drink lots of beer and battle the paradoxes of time and space, as well as the clichés of first-person-shooter video games and fantasy gore films. Sure to please the Fangoria set while appealing to a wider audience, the book’s smart take on fear manages to tap into readers’ existential dread on one page, then have them laughing the next. – Publisher’s Weekly
Ok, so there are no zombies in it at all, but **wah-heyyyyy**, sounds pretty good to me. I just used zombies as a lead-in. Worked, didn’t it?
John Dies at the End…[is] a case of the author trying to depict actual, soul-sucking lunacy, and succeeding with flying colors. –Fangoria
Hot damn! Soul-sucking lunacy? Can they overnight it?
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I’ve remarked on this before but this is just a no-win situation.
If you agree all the time, you’re not being true to self. If you disagree with someone, you’re a racist. Either way you’re probably a racist and may not even know it.
It’s almost a certainty you’re a racist so just admit it.
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