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In all fairness, you'd be agitated too if you knew your grandson is making an ass of himself in Six Flags commercials nationwide.

A Slice Of Life

I applaud these people for daring to show such harsh truth in the apparently sterile 1950s.

Although, when I first looked at this, I thought, "is she upset because her kid is vacuuming? Is it because of the costume? Maybe she wanted him to wear a different one... or this isn't the RIGHT cowboy costume." Is it the gun? He doesn't appear to be making a mess...although he most likely will trip on the aforementioned vacuum in a minute, which his mother seems to be aware of, hence her anguished cry (which this kid seems pretty indifferent to. He must be used to it by now.)

Frankly, I think she should be taking action instead of screaming. Or she should, because I know we're all thinking it, get off her lazy ass and start vaccuming.

I'd Shit My Pants if I Went To This Masquerade.

Nothing says "masquerade" quite like a Maidenform bra.

I think we all know who wins the lamest mask award.

Actually, this entire masquerade is pretty lame. It's just a bunch of hoes (there's no other explaination for such scanty attire in a public place at the time this ad ran - dream or not!) with masks that look like something Walt Disney would have seen after taking a few mysterious tablets to deal with the stress of making Fantasia.

I Think This One Might Be Better Without My Attempts at Witticisms

There's not really anything I can add to this, is there?

Creepy and or Sexist and Generally Politically Incorrect Ads, Part I of Many

What would even be on this CD?

I covet it.

My First Blog Entry as an "Adult"

By "as an adult" I mean "since my livejournal days."
Basically, I'm addicted to making facebook albums with random pictures and apparently witty, but mostly crazily detailed and somewhat disturbing comments.
I figured I'd translate that to here, at the suggestion of a dear friend.
And away we go!
Also, I'm not sure why I picked that username when I put my real name in the subject line.
Well, I am sure - because I wasn't sure I'd be able to call this blog Meg Makes Fun Of Stuff, but I Make Fun of Stuff was taken.
And away we go for real this time!