Treasures Along My Path

Do you know where your car title is right now? Keep an eye on it. It could turn on you and attack at any moment.

Sure am glad the manufacturer of this food product let me know the purpose of their ziplock bag. Would have never figured it out on my own.

I don’t need no stinking SUV.

Seems to me all infrastructure in a city should be safe no matter what a neighborhood’s economic status is. The photo is a sidewalk hazard on Houston’s Near North Side, kind of a sketchy area for lack of a better term. I guarantee you wouldn’t find anything like this in a wealthier area like Rice Village or Greenway/Upper Kirby.

There’s a sad ending to my lifelong search for an answer to the question, “Where’s Waldo?” Investigators recently made a gruesome discovery of his partially dismembered co**se while construction workers were renovating an abandoned building in downtown Houston. RIP, Waldo.

Slice of life, Houston, TX.

My chauffeur, Geoffrey, had my limo ready on time to take me to Walmart.

Is there some unwritten rule among EV designers that the headlights have to look cartoonish?

What the hell?? I pulled these out of my freezer today. I thought I was buying raspberries.