Firstly I went to Colorado Springs and managed to sleep for 80% of the time I was there. While I was awake, I managed to catch this guy getting arrested outside of King Soopers
This didn’t seem to weird, except that he was getting EMS treatment when I got back.
Yes, I also had other days that rivaled this in excitement!
For instance on a different day, I saw this product: Gipz. While it was fairly satisfying, I’m glad that I never spent my own money on them. What was especially exiting was the twofold instructions (I read some Heidegger this month, too)
It has instructions for both the average person and the ironically impaired. Next to the large self-explanatory arrow showing where to open the product, the elves (Evlus Keeblerus) show there species poetic/rhyming capacity with the clever phrase “Rip ‘n Tip.” But, in order to market to a larger demographic they give the direction to “Tear Here.” I feel like the Keebler clan should combine their rhyming and need to market to everyone meanwhilst (meanwhilst is meanwhile in the pretentious case) directing the correct market to the correct instructions: “Find the arrow and pull to tear, your lack of irony makes you a square.”
Yes and my month got even more exciting than that!
I drove through a hailstorm and took pictures
Driving in inclement weather and photographing it is, Driving through inclement weather and texting 2.0
I also saw the Barnum and Bailey Ringling Bros Train! At first I was disappointed that there were no elephant sized cars, but then I began phantasizing (it’s kinda like calling something phat— in that it’s lame) about a herd of elephants migrating across the plains that lie east of the front range en route from Pueblo and Denver. But I was awakened from ma reverie, by something (probably to buy this personal burger fryer)
Or this shot glass holder
Whate’er the reason, I continued on with my day and eventually past the train again to catch this photo
The main thing to note is the satellite. I guess it would be nice to have if you were a part of a traveling circus, but it still tickled my ulna (since compounding my ulna, the large titanium plate has made that bone far more ticklish than my humerus).
Anyhow, you can see that nearly a half dozen things happened to me. So I'm sure you're all glad I didn't stretch each of these occurrences into their own posts. I also snapped some photos of various outhouse signage.
