Are you ever out and about, mindin' your own, and you smell the unmistakable stench of bullshit in the air? Even if you look around and see all evidence to the contrary, your bullshit-smellin' nose don't lie, amirite?
The bullshit: "Joe Paterno: More than a man. More than a coach. You touched our lives and our souls."
The thin veil: "Joe Paterno: Less of a man--or even human--than we ever imagined. Nothing more than an over-glorified football coach. You looked the other way while a grown man touched little lives and souls for no other reason than...being an over-glorified football coach. Hope they serve Denny's in hell. Or warm applesauce. Or warm milk. Or whatever."
The bullshit: Two of three people using phones. At the table. In a restaurant. One's the mom; one's the kid.
The thin veil: My husband and I are soooo busy, y'all. Sooo important. Save your judgment, because what looks like rudeness on my part, indifference on my husband's, and rude indifference on our kid's is just our way of teaching him to multi-task. Manners? That's what school is for, bitches. But, hey, look--at least we all wear St. Patrick's Day green together! Yay for family time!
The bullshit: KFC. A #1-rated Zagat restaurant.
The thin veil: "...within the mega-chain category..." Still. I call shenanigans.
Y'all have a great weekend, take it easy, and I'll see you back here on Monday.
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