I once got kicked out of a Kentucky Fried Chicken for shouting at the manager. How could it be Kentucky fried, I argued, if they were making it on location in the kitchen in Jacksonville, Florida? 2020/02/152020/02/15 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
My watch may be broken, but that doesn’t mean it’s not FOR SALE. The time is always now, but the price is right only for the next ten minutes. Keep it for yourself or give it to your mother-in-law. Sends a great message. 2018/04/15 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Today I walked by a homeless man who was wearing ragsāand he offered to buy me lunch. I declined, because I hate going out to eat with a person who’s better dressed than me. 2018/03/26 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Secrets are best stored out in the open during foggy nights, camouflaged by their ethereal cousin. That’s when and where I keep my entire inventory, and on a night like tonight I practically SOLD OUT. But I still have one secret left, and it can be yours, for the right price. 2018/02/192018/02/19 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Today’s society hands out Participation Trophies so nobody feels like a loser. Well, as a father, my dad would have earned a (non) Participation Trophy. Instead of 1st Place, it would have been inscribed, “No Place,” because he was never around and nowhere to be found. 2017/12/21 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Romance isn’t something you can buy. I mean it was, but I sold out. Come back tomorrow night, and I should be freshly stocked. 2017/12/11 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...