Designer Impostors

I bet you thought I'd fallen off the face of the blogosphere. In truth, it's been so long since I blogged that I actually forgot where I needed to go to add a post! But this TAR sighting was one I felt I needed to share.

I was driving along one of Dallas's busiest roads this week when I realized that the truck in front of me had a peculiar brand name...

In a town where the impostors are so good they are barely discernible from the real-deal (see: Louis Vuitton handbags, Tasti D-lite, female breasts), I wondered if perhaps this "Dodeg" truck was just another in a long line of look-a-likes. The alternative explanation - that the vehicle came off the assembly line with this misspelling - seems unlikely, given that we all know how well Chrysler has been managed in recent years.

We may never know if this truck was an authentic Dodge vehicle or not, but we can surely agree that driving around town with a jumbled mess of a car name just ain't right.

Cheers!!

Butts and Busts

Thank you, highway 98, and all your That-Ain't-Right glory! It's been a long time, but just because we don't post that often, doesn't mean there ain't stuff all around us at any given time that just ain't right. Here are the latest beauties for you to behold. Both were taken near the Redneck Riviera; Panama City, FL!

This is a gas station called Mr. Cheap Butts (you can't make this stuff up!) that among gas, and other amenities, one can buy... cheap beer and cigarettes!

Someone had a dream... a dream to build and name a store after their favorite civil rights activist, and that dream came true. On the corner of Hwy 98, and MLK blvd in Panama City, you will find this, the MLK Food Mart, complete with Dr. Martin Luther King Junior's picture painted on the sign. Dr. King would be proud to know his face is plastered on the storefront in this shady area of town.

Just in time for Christmas...

This is awesome and I don't know why no one's thought of it before. From the catalog:

Never curl up on the couch alone again, with this comforting arm that wraps around you as if to say, "I'm sorry work was rotten today," or "No, you pick what we watch tonight," all the stuff you'd never hear from a real boyfriend. Polyester filled with comfortable, snuggly foam. Imported. 26" x 27" Sorry, no rush delivery or giftbag available.

Shocking TAR moment

Aptly titled because, well, who ever thought we'd ever see another blog post on here, and also apropos for its content.  

God Bless the state of Kentucky!  Where would we (that ain't right) be without you?  I mean, who could forget the Kentucky Waterfall or the nipple tweaker?

But don't take my word for it.  See for yourself our latest example:  the swanky Express Inn located in Princeton, KY.  I am betting they came up with the name for this motel based on the speedy building process, and hasty electrical installation.  You the visitor will also want to make your stay as brief as possible, so the name fits.  For the bargain price of $45 a night for your king-sized bedroom, you too can get electrocuted in the shower!

Cubical comedy

It's been a long time!! Here is a picture I snapped of a pile of trash, stacked outside one of my coworker's cubicles. Apparently our sweet cleaning lady wanted to make sure these boxes were indeed intended to be garbage before throwing them away. I did resist the urge to write on their with a Sharpie, "yes, they is." I'm mean, but I'm not that mean.

Man Boobies

Evening has fallen over the Sunshine State. I'm sitting among friends, waiting to board my plane in Tampa to take me home. Ashley and I are calling dibs on some attractive men sitting by us, when a gentleman walks by and takes a seat across from us. I do a double-take, as I realize that this man has not only a handlebar mustache, but his shirt flapping open in the wind, giving everyone within eyeshot full view of his man-titties.

One might think that this white trash redneck just got held up in security and then accidentally forgot to re-button his shirt. But no, he was proud of his mammaries, and when he spotted our group of lovely ladies, he started flirting with us from his seat. *gag* I'd be willing to bet he was flying back to Daytona...there are lots of his kind there...

Ashley watched in amusement as I sneakily snapped his picture. There's a reason why I carry my camera at all times, and this white trash redneck is a perfect example of why.

Gross TAR

Well readers, I don’t have a quirky write-up to go along with this one. But it’s been burning a hole in my hard drive since I snapped it several months ago. This is a real funeral home in my hometown of Hot Springs, AR. It’s actually very successful.

But for goodness’ sake people….if your last name is Gross and you want to establish a funeral home, DON’T name it after yourself!

Have a happy Wednesday!