Sounds Gr8.

I love a good vanity pl8.
Heaven knows it and Meredith knows it. That's why she sent it my little way. It says SoulM8 in case your eyes are dimmed by years in the blogosphere. Many thanks M. That's a keeper.

Cheers, team.

Saturday Night iPod

Why is Vinnie Barbarino the posterboy for a video transfer tool?

Make Money Money

You know how you can tell if someone is rich? Like, really rich? Check their Blingerprint. A girl at Smiths was kind enough to share the easy-to-use diagram with us on her shirt.
If that doesn't work you could always check to see if they have an Escalade. If so, does it have vanity plates? If so... wealth. Like this lady.See, you can tell she is rich because of her Escalade. And if the mere towering presence of this mobile behemoth wasn't enough to reinforce your social caste, she included the helpful, albeit disgusting, adjective "SNOTTY", to drive the point home. Thanks lady. You big Cadillackin' freak. Gon' witya bad self. Cheers, team.

From Andrew With Love

Andrew Garlock sent these over to us with some description.

the first snap shot consists of two lovebirds in the Wilk lounge, clearly not waiting for their bus.

the second illustrates a Mormon mom taking up two complete parking spots, one of which she doesn't have the right to (handicapped). luckily gen-x always has enough parking.
Enjoy.

andrew
http://andrewgarlock.blogspot.com/

Fear Of A Black Hat

Would you like to trade some stox? How about throw blox at jox? Do you need a bike with shox? Do you eat cream cheese and lox? Has your old face had Botox to cover up your youthful pox? Would you wear a hat with rox? Would you wear it in a box?

This is sort of a WTF situation. Where did she get that? Where can I get one? Why did she agree to be photographed? No one knows, but a Botox hat made out of blingin' rox reminded me of the good doctor.



So this is an homage to both Utah Valley's image (over)consciousness, and Mr. S.

Cheers, team.

Roll Out In Style

If You're gonna live large, why not die large?

This is an early 90's Ford Econoline that has been refurbished, lengthened and shined to baller status for the express purpose of moving some V.I.C.'s. Very important corpses. If I owned it I would call it my Death Cab for Cutie.



I don't know whose dying wish this was but I certainly hope my closest relations will honor my wishes as meticulously as they did for this biggie. Then again, maybe it was no one's dying wish. Maybe we just have a little Harold Chasen running around Provo. I do hope so.



Reserve it for prom! Cheers, team.

LDS PGA AARP

So, today I went to a friend's homecoming in Alpine. There was an older man in front of us with a golf club for a cane.

Odd? Yes.

Awesome? Yes.

Noteworthy? No... at least not until he took the golf ball from his pocket and started practicing his putting under his chair.

Well done sir. My hat goes off to you. It will be so much fun being old.

'Nuff Said

A Direct Order

In this valley, the pyramid scheme is as close to a golden idol as people will allow themselves to become. Pretty frequently you will run into someone who thinks that their extravagance is an effective form of marketing. Like this lady:

Her massive Escalade, which housed only her, as I'm sure you would have guessed, was also billboard to her slogan. DO IT NOW. I 've never rightly understood the license plate bumper sticker because you can't attach any contact information to it. "Lady. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Can you please pull over so we can talk about this?" Ineffective strategy, but man did I want that Escalade to myself. So much so that I'm really thinking of doing it. Whatever it is. Cheers, team.