Who Needs a Giggle for the Night?

In case you need a giggle for the night, please click through the link for The 19 Most Useless Lyrics Pages on the Internet. My favorite? #12 of course. 

You're welcome :)

Until Next Time...

WTF Wednesday || Why The Fine?

It's officially hump day. And that also means that it's WTF Wednesday. Sit back and enjoy while I tell you a little diddy about a lady, a radar gun, and a ticket. Clearly she wasn't channeling Ricky Bobby because she did not Want To go Fast

I was first introduced to this story on Monday night (I believe) and all that I knew about it was that a lady in Virginia received a ticket for going three miles UNDER the speed limit. From that little bit of information, I was extremely confused. How would one get a ticket for going barely under the speed limit? Am I supposed to just do the speed limit, nothing more, nothing less...ever!? But then I heard more about the story this morning while I was ironically commuting to work (shout out to The Kane Show).

Apparently this lady received a ticket for going three miles under the speed limit...on a highway. And not just any highway but I-95. You know, that long road that connects all east coast states. Yea, she was going three under on a highway. And did I tell you she was in the left lane? Yes, the "fast lane" was being occupied by a lady who was doing three under the speed limit during afternoon traffic. She was ticketed for impeding the flow of traffic.  Fun Fact: the same thing can happen if there is a cop behind you in the fast lane and you decide to slow down to the exact speed limit instead of just moving over.  I understand there was a cop out there and everyone inherently slows down when they see a cop, sometimes too late, but still slows down nonetheless. But there's a point where slow down becomes not only extremely frustrating to the drivers around you but also overtly dangerous.

I'm assuming this lady wasn't going the exact speed limit to start off with. But we'll give her the benefit of the doubt that she was doing 70 (five over the speed limit of 65). Now if she sees a cop stationed 100 yards ahead of her, she will already be at the cop within four-five seconds. Not enough time to drop eight miles an hour and not piss off someone on the road. Or maybe the person behind her was driving 70 as well and didn't predict the lady to slam on her brakes. What can occur? An accident which can result in rubber neckers which will result in congestion on the roadway which can lead to secondary crashes which causes more congestion and delays which just makes everyone a little ticked and more likley to drive dangerously just to get to where they need to go.  That's what.

Doing more research the ticket was thrown out in court, but still. Don't do what she did. We'll all thank you.

Until Next Time...

Week 10-11 of 52 Weeks Savings Plan

It's currently 11:50 pm on the Saturday before daylight savings times so you know that what means? Yes, we lose an hour of sleep so that we have more daylight (less is more...right?). But that also means that we are reaching the end of week 10 and the beginning of week 11 for our 52 Weeks Savings Challenge. 

I hope you remembered to put in your week 10. If not, there's still 10  9 minutes to act before you're behind. And no one wants to be behind. 

Need an overview of the challenge? Check it out.

And in case you are wondering, I decided to knock out week 52 during week 11. #RebelWithACause

Ride Public Transportation? Don't Be Like These People.

I take public transportation to work everyday. Some days it varies from a commuter rail to a metro to walking to even a bus. But it's public transportation all the way. And all the way I come across plenty of d-baggery, uncomfortableness, and whole bunch of wtf that I'm sure I could fill a whole book on. I'll spare you the details...for now, since Buzzfeed has done a pretty good job at summarizing most of the things I come across on a daily basis riding public transportation.

So do me a favor. Don't do anything of these things.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/newu1085/16-types-of-subway-commuters-everyone-hates-654m

WTF Wednesday || Triple J

Hi loveies!

It's Wednesday and while people refer to it as hump day, I like to call it WTF Wednesday. Why? Well usually by this time there are some things in the news that have you smh-ing, lol-ing, omg-ing, or staring at the computer/laptop/mobile device looking like you're trying to solve for X in a differntial equation with imaginary numbers.

And this, my dear friends, is why I will do the treacherous job of digging through all of this pop culture hullabaloo and recap some of my favorites in a segment called WTF Wednesday. Now before you go flying off the handle, WTF can mean whatever you want it to. Granted most of you are familiar with what conventional young adult online lexicon has it stand for, I'm leaving it up to you good people to decide what you want WTF to stand for. And remember, it can change every Wednesday. Maybe it's We Thank Fruitloops. I mean, who wouldn't want to say thanks to those delicious loops of not real fruit? Or Where's The Fries? Seriously, I shouldn't have to explain that one to you. Who doesn't wonder where fries are every now and again?

But today, WTF will stand for *drum roll please* Wasting The Financials but it could easily be replaced with What in The entire F***.

If you haven't watched, listened to, or read the news in the past week you may be a little confused if I share the name Jesse Jackson Jr. with you.  First thoughts may be "He was in the Jackson 5 right? Right?" Or maybe you're thinking he's some famous entertainer. I mean Triple J does sound like a wrestling name or at least a professional dog stylist for the Westminster Dog Show. Shout out to Banana Joe!

But what if I told you that Mr. Jesse Jackson Jr. is non other than the son of Rev. Jesse Jackson!  (I know, I know. I outdid myself with all of my detective work.) Oh, and he may have also swindled close to $1 million from the American people while he was a member of Congress who was on "medical leave" for most of his last term for an unspecified illness which was most likely a shopping addiction.



 Image Credit: The Google

Yes, close to $1 million. Well $750,000 to be exact but who doesn't like to round up? So you may ask yourself "Self, what could one person buy with $750,000 before they got caught?" Well... besides your own small island that you transplant yourself and your closest friends to and start a mini corgi farm because they are just so darn adorable; let me tell you what he supposedly (and I use that term loosely) bought.

List of Ridiculous Stuff to Spend $750,000 of Someone Else's Money On (SEMOn for short)

List of Ridculous Stuff to Spend $750,000 of SEMOn

1. A $46,000 Fedora that once belonged to Micheal Jackson (of no relation). Funny thing is, this fedora does nothing but just sit on his head. No dishes. No moon walking. No reading you a bedtime story. No showing you how to properly fold a fitted sheet. Nothing. I say he got ripped off, but that's just my opinion.
2. $43,000 Rolex Watch because anything less can't be trusted with telling time accurately.
3. Stuffed Elk Heads. To match the stuffed Elk butts he previously had on his mantel. I'm kidding, I have no clue why anyone would want to buy those.
4. $5,000 Fur Capes and Parkas. I feel as though a fur cape isn't the best choice when flying around Chicago as a super-hero. Seems a bit less than aerodynamic to me. Unless it was a live fur coat made of live flying squirrels. Then I can see that being a good investment. But alas, I read that they were various mink capes. *sad face*
5. $14,000 on dry cleaning. How else are you going to clean a live fur cape made of flying squirrels?
6. $61,000 on Restaurants, Night-Clubs, and Lounges.  At least he goes for the high class strip joints. Or just made someones night at the strip clubs that are probably sticky inside.
7. $5,000 football signed by some U.S. Presidents. I'm almost positive it had Taft's signature on it. And McKinley's. And Washington's.
8. $10,105 on Bruce Lee memorabilia. Seems pretty legit.

Way to go Triple J. Way to go.


Until Next Time...