I look out my window and see the empty 40 oz beer bottles, hypodermic needles, crack pipes and abandoned shopping carts on my front lawn and begin to think. The end results have become known as my random thoughts from the ghetto...
-I've worked out a plan with my current employer. Instead of receiving a paycheck, I just have them deposit it directly into Shell Oil's bank account.
-For years, people ate ground beef and never complained. All of a sudden, one guy had an axe to grind with the beef industry and began calling it "pink slime." Now, they can't give the stuff away. What a difference a name can make. Is there anything more disgusting sounding than pink slime?
-Just when you thought Billy Fuccillo could not get any more annoying, he has given us "Abby". I'm sure you've heard the commercials. Where did he find this lady, a truck stop in Macon, Georgia?
-I prefer sleet to hail.
-Did anyone else know an adult that thought it would be a good idea to take a short cut on the way to the Aud through the Perry Projects during the 1980s? The mother of a friend of mine did exactly that on the way to the circus. There were several kids in the middle of the street, not even thinking about getting out of the way. Then, some of the neighbors decided to throw various vegetables at their car for no apparent reason. The circus itself was calm compared to the circus they experienced on the way there.
-I wonder what Puck from the original Real World is doing these days?
-Not much thought was given into letting Fonzie become a High School teacher towards the end of the show's run. He was a gang member with a violent past and no known certification, who hung out with most of the students in his spare time. Just the type of guy you'd want working in the schools.
-Nothing is more difficult than trying to explain what Twitter is to someone who is not on it.
-An insider with the Buffalo Public Schools estimates that former Superintendent James Williams stiffed the Emerson (student run) restaurant on Chippewa over $1,500.00. Dr. Williams, I am told, would eat there almost every day without paying. Now, he's sitting on a beach somewhere and could care less about anything going on in Buffalo. Class act.