A Little Preview...

KP will have a real logo soon.  When I say soon, I really mean like some time in the coming months.

It will probably be something similar to this (Thanks B Jiggy - Charlotte, NC).  Most likely it will get toned down a touch.   No parent wants to answer questions about red ballgags...ever.

L8rz

JMcFizzle

The Overly Wordy Motivational Poster

Perhaps I'm missing something, but it sure seems like errbody is into goofy fitness regimes.  I don't really care that they're not shy about letting us know, either.

"Lifted 4 logs over my head 37 times in my WOD, bro!"

Sweet.  In fact...kick ass...big log-lifter guy.

"Hittin' those tractor tires with the hammer!  Feel the burn, bro!"

Awesome.  If I'm ever attacked by a tractor, I want you, your compression socks and your sledgehammer right by my side. 

I'm also confident that these were the kids that struggled with sentence diagrams in 9th grade English.  Thus, they shouldn't make make any attempts at prose.  Exhibit A:

This guy puts this crap on T-shirts. Frealz. 

I'll take 'Missing Punctuation' for $400, Alex.  Normally, I'd stop reading at 'selfish', but since I'm blogging about it, I had to read it.

I can MAYBE understand his disdain for school, and certainly politics, but traffic lights???  

"Damn you all to hell...you other people traveling perpendicular to me!"

I concur with his assessment of Ed Hardy, but I don't think I'd make a cheesy T-shirt about another cheesy T-shirt.  That's akin to Gary, IN making fun of Detroit.

I don't think I'm ever going to buy a shirt that lacks brevity from a guy who hates traffic lights and doesn't know what brevity means.

Just do it.  Impossible is nothing.  There, see how easy that is, HTFU guy?

L8rz

JMcFitness

Photo credit:  This guy's FB page.

Where is Bon Jovi This Week

Because they can, they are taking a break until September 10th where they’ll continue their “Porque nosotros podemos” Tour in Mexico City. I imagine they probably needed some time to collect their un-cashed social security checks or have a knee replaced. Something…not sure. 

They recently returned from Europe, where they showcased America’s cheesiest export from Bulgaria to London, England. From there, they finished their ‘Because Cougars Need Fun, Too’ tour in the Midwest and finally, East Rutherford, NJ, where people still ski in their jeans. 

I imagine they took rest at their old friends Bobby or Gina’s house…some tri-level that has a garage right on the street and shared stories about doing more with only 4 chords. “Is that a D chord?”…”You thought so, right…no…it’s Dsus2!” 

“We have a big car grill for our stage” 

“Awesome. Do you still play that ‘Whoa…we’re halfway there’ song?” 

“Yeah. Totally rocks and the soccer moms throw their arms so high…all you can see is armfat oscillating on the main floor!” 

“You rock, JBJ. Wanna Busch Light?” 

“No thanks, man…Do you have any coconut water and a Tylenol Arthritis?” 

So only a few weeks until JBJ and his band of merry has-beens load up their cases, team up with…wait for it…Nickelback…and head to Mexico DF and go be ‘Rock Stars.’ 

Until then…Whoooooooaaaa…were halfway there…whooooooAAAAAAA!!! 

L8rz 

JMcCowboy

Random Monday Musings – The Kinky Pickles Inaugural Edition

Random Monday Musings – The Kinky Pickles Inaugural Edition 

I’ve become kind of famous for these musings. When I say famous, that means with 251 Facebook friends and 15 Twitter followers. 

Those goofy kid names from the 90’s are now entering the work force. Welcome Ethan, Connor and Zachary to the world of gainful employment. Gone are the Johns, Mikes, Erics and Carls. 

I used to work for this guy named Carl. He was kind of a weenie…probably because his name was Carl.

Kitty spent the weekend gallivanting around the greater Cleveland area. I filled the role of ‘Kid Taxi-driver’ for the weekend and nursed my frustrations by killing two growlers of leftover Nicie Spicie. I now have n=4 data points confirming the digestive trauma side effects are legit. I know I need n=22 to develop statistical significance, but my personal plumbing system won’t be able to take it.

I watched Clueless with the 9 and 12 year old on Saturday evening. We spent our Sunday discussing the finer aspects of Alicia Silverstone’s pouty lips. 12 year old was pretty bummed out when I told him that movie was pretty old and she is now 36. “She’s like…a MOM now!”

Managed to survive the weekend without going anywhere near the Woodward Dream Cruise. Made me kinda sad, and nostalgic for years gone by, so I set my lawn chair up in my front yard and watched the cars roll down my street. I saw a 2012 Ford Fusion that looked like it had just been washed. Totally cherry.

Lastly, Kitty brought me back a case of Yuengling Lager from the state that shall not be named. I wonder if I love this stuff only because it’s not made available to us here in the Mitten. It’s kinda like the 2013 version of 1978 Coors that came in little tan cans and was only available in States where my dad didn’t live. “This stuff’s made with real Artisian spring-fed water!” I always assumed it must have tasted like liquid gold. If I only knew that my 41 year-old self would be so disappointed. I imagine my boys reminiscing, years from now, about how they’re dads would go “batshit crazy” over a case of smuggled Yuengling.

Stay tuned to Kinky Pickles, this week, as we find out: ‘Where is Bon Jovi this week?’ … What’s hot at ‘The Gas Station Near Me’ and who needs to seriously see an editor about their ‘Overly Wordy Motivational Poster.’ 

L8rz,

JMcFizzle