
No imagination here. What kinda food truck is this beyond that they have chicken? So, unable to conjure any sorta hook, they just say “Dream Chicken.” Maybe for you, but for the chicken happily spreading his wings, eyes bulging … THIS IS NO DREAM.
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No imagination here. What kinda food truck is this beyond that they have chicken? So, unable to conjure any sorta hook, they just say “Dream Chicken.” Maybe for you, but for the chicken happily spreading his wings, eyes bulging … THIS IS NO DREAM.

If she’s never impressed. Then she can’t say she’s never impressed.
It’s like,
“This statement is false. I’m not lying.”
And to my wife, I bequeath this bag of quinoa seeds…


Seriously. This is what they call these things … and you know you’ve seen one. A tub of lip balm…branded with the company’s logo on it.
But, MORE seriously. Lip Tub Balm collaborated with Thich Nhat Hanh on a book of aphorisms and meditative musings called:
From: Outside // To: Inside
Because you may want to find out who made the olive oil that poisoned you.


Take your sad, sports-obsessed, testosterone-fueled life and make it one thing: a big ugly giant ear, with stumpy legs and short arms.
And just stand there.
Because that’s all you are.
Maybe it’s a … sign.

Get it?? Sign?
Oh forget it…you’re drunk!

I love how the random stuff at 7-Eleven that’s not snacks connotes a weird sorta party:
“Guess what we’re doin’ tonight?!? We’ll play cards, roll dice, sing happy birthday, mess with a flashlight and use bug spray!! Happy Birthday!!”

The Earth doesn’t need a tune-up. The Earth doesn’t NEED anything…it is a PLANET! Earth is not even insulted by this.
It doesn’t even care that I’m defending it against this crappy concept.