If you were an investment bro, you wouldn’t assume Alpha Test 0.05 of a product was indicative of what the RTM would be a couple of years down the line. The video is very clear on what level of R&D the experiment was.
This is so dumb.
Everbody in Kentucky knows, you want some mistletoe, you grab your shotgun and shoot some down offn’ the tree.
Being drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, ma’am.
https://www.sfgate.com/food/article/couple-assaults-staff-at-sf-restaurant-21244623.php
And lost her job as a result.
Wait 'til you find out the origin ofcthe word
I always pictured a giant combat-robot who could shoot off parts of its feet as rockets. Well, probably spring-loaded rockets that you fired by flicking a little plastic lever on the heel.
“Missile-Toes”; yes, I had similar images as a kid.
Last weekend, a historic auditorium in Spartanburg, SC hosted a performance of a contemporary Christian pop opera about the birth of Jesus titled “Behold the Lamb of God”.
StubHub advertised it for resale as being a concert by metalcore band Lamb of God.
Shame it got figured out so early. It would have been fun to see the two crowds arriving for the same performance to mutual incomprehension. 
Sounds like a Lifetime movie waiting to happen.
Actually, I see it being a Kirk Cameron feature, where all those concertgoers get converted due to divine intervention. And Ray Comfort’s ministerial testimony.
A new genre- the meet puke.
Wouldn’t it be awesome if it were the other way around - the Spirit of Ozzy descends upon the Evangelical concertgoers, causing them to repent their faux-Christian ways and rock out. Cue “Paranoid”!
Now that’s a movie I’d watch. The others? No way.
From Bible-thumper to head-banger!
They all learn The True Meaning of Metal.
(hey, God walking on Earth as a working-class dude is kind of Metal…)
Just stumbled on this post. A Christmas gift - thank you.
Well, Merry Christmas!
You know what made me think of that? When I was a kid, maybe 12-ish, the whole family went to western New York for Christmas - as we did every year as that’s where the grandparents and uncles and aunts and cousins were - and when we got back we discovered that we were somehow locked out of the house. It’s January in Northern Maine, a small family of four is huddle by in their car trying to stay warm while Dad becomes the hero and figures out a way in. He recruited me to shimmy up the woodpile and wiggle through the dining room window that he had managed to wedge open somehow. I got into the house and opened the front door and we all whooped and yayed and Dad was a hero.
It took me years to think – what kind of sap locks his family out of the house on Christmas?
One distracted by trying to wrangle a horde of excited kids into the car for a road trip near Christmas?
Probably also a place and era where locking the house at all was a rare thing.
Yes - I grew up in a small Minnesota farm in the 1960s and 1970s. We didn’t even have a key to front door for the longest time. I think Mom finally had a deadbolt installed when the last of the kids went off to college, but very seldom actually locked it (I don’t remember ever not being able to walk in when I came to visit).
YOU were the hero. I hope you knew that.