Random Crap

So yesterday I had to make a long journey across the suburbs. On my way home I was reminded that in the Chicago area, speed limits are merely a suggestion. I was heading south on the tri-state when I noticed the car ahead of me was a cop. Instinctively I glanced at the speedometer. 80 mph. I looked around me and noticed that I was just keeping pace with all the other cars. I think the speed limit there is 65, maybe only 55. I’m not really sure even though I drive this piece of road frequently (further evidence of the speed limits’ irrelevance). Anyway, I sure as hell wasn’t going to slow down if nobody else was. The cop didn’t have his lights on and he was going 80, so fuck it.

Jack Black and Jack White should really do an album together. Or at least present a grammy together. Given the scarcity of talented musicians these days, what are the chances that two of them would share a first name and have opposite last names?

Saw a car today that had a license plate frame that said “It pays to consult a realtor”. The car was a brand new BMW. Guess it pays the realtor at least.

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