If There's One Thing I Can't Stand, It's Intolerance

Thought for the day:  My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son of a bitch. [Jack Nicholson]

If you're paying attention, life is jam-packed with irony. For example, I started blogging to try to build a so-called platform for my writing, but now I spend so doggone much time blogging, who has time to write...?

Not sure what irony is, you say? Simply put, it's a contrast, usually humorous, between expectation and reality. Which, of course, means I'm a huge fan. I hope you are, too, because we're gonna take a look at some pictures with a funny take on irony.

Jehovah's witnesses don't celebrate Halloween... I guess they don't appreciate random people coming up to their doors. [unknown]

That defaced stop sign is somewhat amusing, (Thank you, Wikipedia!) but it'd be even funnier if a car were parked right next to it. A police car.

All you English majors will especially appreciate this van-owner's sentiments about stupidity.  



(Bad spellers, untie!)

Didn't do a heckuva lot for the can, did it?

 Kinda like the 7-11 that's open from 9-5.

I'm not an optimist, but hopefully, one day I will be. [Nikhil Saluja]

Now, that's just mean...

Been there, done that! How 'bout you?

Okeydoke, and if you're illiterate, send 'em a letter?


The ballot is stronger then the bullet. [Abraham Lincoln!]

Gee, where's a spare tire when ya need it?

Interesting juxtaposition, dontcha think?

LOVE this one!

Um, maybe it's steak fish?

As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it.  {Andy Warhol]

Yeah, we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, now, would we?

Drunken frat boys with bad aim, maybe?

Kinda reminds me of an item in a church bulletin that said, Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.

Okeydoke. It's closed...

Happens every time...

People who stereotype are all alike.









How about you? You have any favorite examples of irony? Like, as strange as it sounds, we drive on the parkway, and  park in a driveway. And isn't it funny that our noses run, and our feet smell? Okay, now... your turn.

Time to shut off the computer for a bit so I can get some other stuff done around here. (The health department hasn't knocked on our door with a threat of condemnation, but there ARE a few dust balls around here that require rearranging.) Oddly enough, to get off the computer, I'll be hitting the start button. Ironic, ain't it?

                            Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.