Photo Credit Martin Brosy

Personality Test

Are you an Optimist, or a Pessimist? Here is a simple test that you can use to discover which category you fall under. Your results could differ from day to day, so come back often and easily decide if you are having a “Plays Well With Others” day, or a “Does NOT Play Well With Others” day. (as with any test you should consult with your physician before starting a new routine, or, if symptoms persist for more than four hours…or something like that…)

Okay, Ready? Here we go…Read the following sentence;

“This vacuum cleaner really sucks!”

Now ask yourself; did you read that sentence as an insult to the vacuum, or a compliment? If you read it as an insult to the vacuum, you are feeling pessimistic and should probably stay home. If you read it as a compliment to the vacuum, then you are feeling optimistic and you will likely play well with others today!

You’re welcome 🙂

 

What Kind Of A Sick Person Would DO This?

The Bakkery tried to do a little tobogganing the other day, and no less than three popular tobogganing hills were sporting these signs… seriously? Toboganning is a basic human right! How can you deny us the joy of gravity? ITS NOT FAIR!… Anybody got a hill we can use?

Work Sock Sleep Set

“Hey Hon, what do you think of our new comforter set?”

“Socks.”

“What?”

“Work socks.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that our new comforter set looks like work socks.”

 

Police Dog worried about his job

Those Poor Dogs

Police dogs, that’s who I feel sorry for. Those poor dogs, through no choice of their own, spend their entire lives honing their skills to sniff out pot and alert their human partners to its presence, either by barking at its location, or sitting down in front of it. These best friends of Law Enforcement have always been rewarded for finding cannabis… and then it became legal. Now these poor dogs must be confused as heck. Imagine what they must be going through; now, they smell dope, start barking and… nothing.

Dog; “BARK!…BARK!… I found pot!”

Cop “Yep.”

Dog; “WOOF!… that guy right there!”

Cop; “I know.”

Dog; “BARK BARK BARK! So bust him!”

Cop; “I can’t.”

Dog; WOOF WOOF!  WTF man HE HAS POT!!!… BUST his ass!”

Cop; “I know but dope is legal now.”

Dog; “Seriously?… what about my future?”  🙁

 

McBill

My New Hobby!

I have a new hobby…okay, maybe not a hobby, a pastime perhaps. Whatever you want to call it, it amuses me. (and it takes very little to amuse me!) If I find myself ordering in a fast-food restaurant, and they ask me for my name, I say “Marco”, then, when my order is ready and they call out; “Marco!” I wait quietly, and count how many times they say it before some smart-arse answers “Polo!”… So far the average is four “Marco”s before someone says “Polo”…and its usually me 😉

 

Smoke Rises…

Since smoke rises, we are always told that in the event of a fire, we should stay as low as possible to avoid the smoke, and crawl to safety… so why are “EXIT” signs always so close to the ceiling? Wouldn’t it make more sense to also place “EXIT” signs at knee-level so that they are at eye-level, and visible beneath the smoke as we crawl towards them?

An EXIT sign
Since smoke rises, why are these always located on the ceiling?
Group Shot of some of the finest people on the planet

Nothing Else Matters…

It’s true, nothing really matters except friends and family, and this photo contains some of the best of the best. I can’t tell you how important these people are to me, because there is not enough room on the entire internet. What I will say is that I hope that you have people in your life that are as special as these folks are to me, because really; NOTHING else matters.

Its OK To Ask For A Little Help…

Dear Self,

You have reached the point in your life where you are too old to be getting trapped under your own motorcycle while trying to load it onto your trailer. In the future, it is probably a good idea to ask for a little help while loading, preferably BEFORE pinning yourself beneath your bike, and having to summon the strength to lift the darn thing off of yourself just enough to be able to fill your lungs with the required air to call out for help… Dumb-ass!

Love,

Bakker