Seems that almost every single product these days has a warning label. We all know why. That's right, because of the dumbness (see previous posts). We have to have a warning on our coffee cup from the local global coffee conglomerate to tell us that the 'beverage we're about to enjoy is extremely hot'. That's because it takes some idiots spilling coffee on their crotch for them to realize that hey, this is hot! Duh, it's coffee. It's supposed to be hot. Just look around your house and will find a many things that can injure, maim or kill you. I'm surprised that anyone is allowed to buy a knife, iron, children's toy or hairdryer. And you just know that the warning label came about because some moron specifically tried to do or did what they are now warning you against. Surprise! Amazingly enough water and electricity are a bad combination.

Here's a PSA for everyone out there: If you live in an area of the country that has a huge windstorm, don't try to heat your house with a charcoal BBQ. It's a bad idea. This is the one warning label that you should heed. It's not just there for fun. Like the bag says, "Charcoal gives off carbon monoxide that can KILL YOU". Even if you can't read the big skull and crossbones, which is the international sign of badness, should be a dead giveaway (pun intended) that maybe burning this product in an enclosed space could have consequences. This was not an isolated incident either (more proof the stupidity abounds). Just ask the emergency staffs at any number of local hospitals. At the last count I heard, the number of people treated for carbon monoxide poisoning was in the hundreds. That's a lot of dumb.

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So what do you think of my new design? The lovely and talented miss Elle finally decided that I was worthy of a custom template. Thanks babe! Maybe I should learn from her and start whoring for comments? I think everyone stopped reading because I wasn't posting, so that would be my fault. Anyway, show the wif some love about the new template. We'll be back to the stupidity soon.

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I bet you gave up on me. Come on, tell the truth. You think I should blog about myself for being so stupid. At some points in my day I would agree with that. I have decided there is entirely too much stupidity to let this blog fall by the wayside. Check back soon for an exciting announcement about this very blog. (are you on the edge of your seat yet?)

Without further ado, on to the stupid people.

So on Friday, the wife and I head out to a local concert and a much needed break from toddler-dom. It was a great concert and much fun was had by all. There were lots of people there and much un-supervised dressing (we'll get to that in another post). The dumbness begins at intermission. This particular concert was held at a local theatre. You know the kind. The old rundown movie house that no one could bring themselves to tear down, so they renovate it and turn it into the community theatre. The best part about these theatres is the fact that usually have a full stocked bar during intermission. The time comes so me and misses (along with a hundred other people) head out to the lobby for a drink. There are two rules that apply here people: 1) The line is long so you have plenty of time to decide what you want by the you get to the front, be prepared! 2) Have your CASH ready so the bartender can quickly make change and serve the next patron (me). Did you hear me? I said CASH. Don't be like the idiot lady at the front of the line that wanted to use a credit card. I mean the bartender didn't even have a machine. Not even a manual machine. Nope, he had to take the lady's card and make a rubbing of it. Kind of like you did in kindergarten but for "grown ups". So do us all a favor and stop by the cash machine before coming the show, all I want is my drink...

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