On the seventh day of December, my true Joe gives to me...
Seven terrible reasons to use blue electrical tape for everything.
(even though it looks tacky and even though blue isn't part of the color palette defined by the Summers brand consultants and even though I really don't get the color blue and even though I'm not an electrician hired to repair Summers 60 non-existent HD televisions and even though I have duct tape and I also have Gorilla glue and I also have Scotch tape and I also have thumb tacks and I also have paper clips and even though I have magnets and even though Joe shouldn't put up posters or advertisements or menus without reading or spell-checking them first he still loves blue electrical tape for some unknown reason)
Monday, December 21, 2015
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
The Indiana Basketball Hoosiers are so embarrassing right now that I want to cry. But instead of wallowing in crimson sorrows, I'm going to pay $59.99 minus a 20% Comcast employee discount for a replay of UFC 182, which I will watch whilst doing multiple loads of laundry and consuming meatloaf sandwiches and Jesus Juice on my couch, all because Summers no longer exists.
Friday, January 2, 2015
It's Friday night. I'm sitting in my house with two cats and zero humans, scavenge drinking, eating popcorn from the Target snack bar, and watching Guy Fieri skullfuck a boiled pig's head on television. I realize there's never any decent sports on Friday nights in the winter time, but if Summers was still open at least I could watch someone skullfuck a pig's head in person.