I was walking back from a coffee shop the other day when I passed a window sign advertising, “Little Bitches.” I thought, “What the heck is that?”
Then I saw another sign: “Dentistry for Little Bitches!” and I understood that it was a dentist office advertising some kind of kids dentistry. There were cute little kid cartoons all over the “Little Bitches” sign. But I thought to myself, “What a bizarro name.”
I kept walking along this office building and saw another sign.
And when I read the fifth sign I finally noticed the “r” in the advertisement: “Little Britches.”
Mike came across an interesting article from the BBC yesterday that says “Researchers at Emory University, US, said those with smaller testicles were more likely to be involved with nappy changing, feeding and bath time.”
The article continues, “Those at the smaller end of the spectrum were also more likely, according to interviews with the man and the mother, to be more active in parenting duties.”
It makes me curious how difficult it was for the reporter not to write, “Those on the smaller end of the scrotum …”
I feel like if world peace were instated, we’d all be more productive.
Because then we’d never be interrupted from a flurry of productivity in a coffee shop because the couple next to us is arguing and all of a sudden we’re too busy eavesdropping to get anything else done.
I always find it comical when someone smashes their face up against a coffee shop window to gauge space and ambiance.
Uhhh, those of us inside can see you. It is one of those window things, not a one-way mirror.