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New T-shirts

I’m working on a new “all the way down” design and some others. I hope to have them up soon.

Who farts in a club?

Seriously, who does that? It was foul.

I went to House of Blues tonight for the Service Industry Night as I often do. I was standing on the south end of the stage up on the first floor next to the security stand. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, so I turned around.

I discovered a security host standing on that box with one foot in a trash can. He leans in to me and says that as he stepped into the can, a bottle cap shot off and hit me in the shoulder. Funny.

But just then, someone fogged the whole freaking bar. I had to leave. Ugh.

Don’t pee on the trees

On my way out last night while walking through the mall at TTC, I spotted a family of 6 or 7 walking across the lawn between the monorail station and ferryboat dock. I walked up to them as they were climbing over the railing.

“Y’know, we have bathrooms right over here,” I said, as if they had just watered the trees back over the hill.

Heheh. It turns out that with Lime breaking down, they were directed the wrong way down the ramp towards Epcot. Rather than hoof it all the way around or fight the crowd, they went over the railing and walked across the grass. Not exactly the best solution, but it worked. Plus I got a laugh at their expense.

He took it well. He said, “What?!” and I repeated it. “I don’ need a bathroom… Oh, you’re joking,” he said, with an Irish accent, and explained what happend. I apologized and off they went.