It only took me 26 years to discover The Minutemen’s “Double Nickels on the Dime.” My bad.

Does anyone under the age of 70 watch (or for that matter, perform at) the Jerry Lewis MDA Telethon?

The string came off of my hoodie when it went through the wash this week. I spent a lot of the day obsessing over it until someone showed me the trick for using a paper clip to force it through. True story.

So … It’s not homemade then?

The misplaced possessive aside, this is an odd sign. Does the writer think that this ice cream is what leprechauns desire (although it is unclear as to when) but is too shy to use the “I” pronoun to claim credit for the idea? Or is it something more sinister — a veiled threat … “think it or else”?

The “…” at the end leaves the reader chilled.

So does the ice cream.

Funny, these didn’t look nearly as green on the puma.com site.

I acknowledge that I have chives all down the front of my shirt (pictured is a file photo of a stained shirt, not actually my shirt).

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Inexplicable Clip-Art

I have access to a really old stockpile of mostly bad clip-art, but this might be the most bizarre. Don’t get me wrong though, it’s absolutely perfect for the day a client walks in and says “I’ll pay you $500 for a collage of stuff that’s kinda-sorta related to Florida and Miami, with a car and some flour and some other shit thrown in, that’s been vomited all over the page, and I need it in five minutes.”

Monday morning, Nonantum Road.

Explaining the anachronistic at Old Sturbridge Village