Hello everyone and welcome to another addition of Sleepy Saturdays! This week..
A toy set that started off as Polly Pocket for boys, then transformed into the best television show for somebody named Max. Yes, this is Mighty Max!
A motley crew of a blond boy from the suburbs, a talking foul, and a barbarian like guardian guy, use a magical baseball cap to find and open that take them to all sorts of crazy places! And they also fight evil. It was frickin’ sweet… and probably one of the biggest influences in my life. Well, not really, but it was still pretty awesome.
And you know what the best part was? His name was Max!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Sleepy Saturdays, where you get some thing I thought was funny after a night of heavy Friday drinking. I’m getting the feeling I do as much of these now then regular blog entries! My bad I guess.
This week, we have a frickin’ beast of an old man. This guy is 100 years old, sprinting and running marathons. Can you believe that? He is bigger than Jesus in my eyes. Check him out!
I’m pretty sure he runs faster than I do. How sad is that? Bigger than Jesus, guys. Bigger than Jesus…
Have a great Saturday!
Welcome to another edition of Sleepy Saturdays!
During my college years, I was a funny man. I was a clownish man. I was a…berries man. Not really, but everyone said I was, all because of this commercial. It defined my freshman year.
Well, apparently this guy is my twin. And you know what… I can see it.
Have a great weekend!
Hello and welcome to another edition of Sleepy Saturdays!
I found this gem on CNN the other day. I think it is safe to say that the Klan is taking over the family ice cream business in their plans for a resurgence.
Careful guys. That family is full of KKK liars!
Hello, and welcome to another edition of Sleepy Saturdays. Having spent a lot of time by myself in my life, I think I am able to loook at myself and observe any possible quirks I may have better than someone who is not myself. That being said I think I have found one that merits some attention.
At home, I find I often only wear one sock.
I don’t know why I do it. I don’t know when it started. Most times I don’t even know how I got down to only one sock, as if I enter some sort of mental black hole. All I know is that it happens and its slightly weird.
Have any of you heard of anything like this? I would certainly like an explanaition as to someone would only wear one sock, as I do not know myself. Confused!