Crab salts!

This is called a “Mondegreen,” and there are some examples here. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mondegreen

From near Nashville Tennessee through North Alabama and Mississippi to the Louisiana border there exists a 444-mile roadway called the Natchez Trace Parkway. The only signage you will see is related to non-commercial scenic viewpoints. No billboards. No businesses. Nothing but forests and fresh air. Furthermore, no commercial traffic is allowed whatsoever on the full length of the byway, and the authorities strictly enforce that rule.

It’s glorious. Waterfalls, walking and biking trails, Indian mounds, and miles and miles of advertising-free roadway.

www.natcheztracetravel.com

The map is out of date for the Americas. ~22kbp footprints in NM, among other earlier dates.

Okay, for moonwalking you should talk to your agent/promoter. For Camaro envy, even your therapist doesn’t want to hear about that.

Speak to your doctor if you experience:

Translucent teeth

Elbow malfunction

Hemming/hawing

Pregurgitation

Temporary omniscience 

Rectal certitude 

Permanent buoyancy 

Recalcitrant offspring 

Purple haze

Vehement denial

Moonwalking 

Rogue waves

Charm offensives

Offgassing

False dichotomies

Spotted dick

Camaro envy

That project management triangle is an example of a trilemma.

I will never fly American Airlines as long as I live.

Spent 12 hours at the Austin airport hoping to catch an earlier flight to reach my dad’s bedside in Alabama, but no luck. Plane from DFW to Austin was then delayed by an hour and a half. It arrived, we boarded, we got pushed back from the gate, taxied a bit then stopped. Pilot says they’re checking with maintenance about a mechanical issue. Nearly 45 minutes later they taxi to a different gate and say it may be another hour before we can attempt to depart again. By then my connecting flights were all unreachable, and I opted to deplane (luckily only had a carry-on), and took a ride share home arriving near midnight.

My wife had left in the car to meet me in Alabama, and was already two hours away. She turned around and came home, picked me up, and we headed back out on the 14-hour drive to AL, where my entire family was with my father.

We were crossing the Mississippi River when I learned my father had died. I didn’t get to say goodbye in person.

Put the sticker on a clear plastic card cover, and remove the cover if necessary for entry.

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