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Soccer Ball (In The Face)

Stumbled across a really funny video from Parry Gripp (of Nerf Herder). It got me outed in the office for not working because i snorted and couldn't recover. You'll need sound.

Meat Trucks

What's the deal with guys selling steak out of their trucks? I don't mean carne asada tacos out of a lunch truck- i mean a dude in greasy jeans popping out of his pick-up at a gas station and yelling, "Heeeey buddy, you look like a carnivore...".

In the time it took me to fill my tank at lunch today, 2 of these weirdos approached me. The first one was eating gas station nachos when he asked, (with a mouthful of gas station nachos), "Hey man- you eat steak?" Not knowing he was a traveling steak salesman, I looked at the nachos and assumed he was asking if i had any steak for him to garnish his lunch. I patted my pockets and replied, "No, sorry man."

2 things about my response immediately bothered me. #1, why am i sorry? He can get steak nachos at Taco Bell, and #2 why did I pat my pockets? Even if I did fill my pockets with steak, would i really not remember that I did?

Nacho man then went into his sales pitch. I was trying to dodge all his questions about my meat consumption because i was stuck pumping gas and i couldn't figure out this guy's angle. Eating soggy chips floating in processed "cheese" and trying to sell filet mignon out of a dirty pick up. That's like a guy trying to sell you a fire extinguisher while he's engulfed in flames. Eventually I told him that I was a vegetarian which is a fat lie but the alternative would be deflecting more meat advances from Cleetis.

Right about the time i finished pumping, I saw another dirty pick-up with a similar cooler in the bed. I scrambled to get into my car but it was too late. I was told I looked like a carnivore, which for unknown reasons was a little insulting. I yelled "Meat is murder!" through the cracked window and sped off.

The fact that there were 2 of them in such close proximity suggests that driving around and accosting people at gas stations with boxes of "steaks" is a lucrative enough business venture to warrant city-wide saturation, which would only indicate that people are actually buying from these guys.

There's just something unsettling about guys who look like meth addicts trying to sell me their meat.

Front Yard Vigilante

The 2 blocks in between us and the bay are lined with mostly condos and a handful of little homes with small yards. One of the homes that we must pass when walking the dog recently landscaped their tiny lawn. This is made very clear by the caution tape that the homeowner has wrapped around the yard and sidewalk. To avoid any confusion about whether or not he wants passing dogs to defecate on his new lawn, he is kind enough to sit on the porch and yell, "Hey- don't let your dog shit on my lawn, okay!!". This announcement must be made upon any visual confirmation that the dog in question is within 2 meters of the little patch of grass. We started crossing the street to avoid the public shaming, but I guess someone didn't appreciate being accused of training their dog to systematically shit on every yard they pass and took justice into their own hands. I can't say that I condone vandalism, but... well I guess I condone vandalism.