An obvious lie. Any man knows he can pull over and pee anywhere along the road. What kind of biker worries about peeing outdoors?And from DanTheMan:
Back when I was a police officer, I heard this one a lot. It's part of the top 3 excuses:
1) Stuck gas pedal
2) Cruise control malfunction
3) Urgent bathroom emergency
If you gave me one of those excuses, you generally guaranteed yourself a citation.
Bodega clerks said their sky-high sales suggest otherwise.That deserves my tag "charming bad logic."
"People come in and buy them all the time," said a lower East Side bodega worker, who refused to give his name. "I think they work because people keep coming in for them."
[R]ather than labeling cancer as a group of mutated cells, as the thinking goes, we should see cancer as a disruption in the balance of a complex microenvironment in the human body. Like a damaging invasive beetle eating its way through forests in Colorado, a novel disease breaking out in populations of wild birds, or loggers mowing down parts of the Amazon rainforest, cancer throws a monkey wrench into an otherwise placid, balanced system.And once the monkeys get wrenches your entire metaphorest goes into collapse.
The source of this:Yes, clearly. We had to have them all pulled out after the Savoy Truffles.
I Buried Paul = Cranberry Sauce.
(look it up)
The Beatles saw the End of Rock and Roll in a Side-Dish Food Item. Paul Is Dead, and now Glass Onions and Savoy Truffles will Assume the Cultural High Position.
Yoko Ono had an art piece called "Grapefruit". It is All Connected.
Pop Music: ephemeral. Strawberry Post Tarts: Forever.
