No wonder I'm broke. Here's another thing I thought was a stupid idea...

They sold out quickly, and now some enterprising fast food lovers are hawking the adult Happy Meal toys on online resale sites 

for thousands of dollars ...  

If hindsight is 20/20 like they say, I have Superman vision. My problem is I can never see shit that's happening and figure out what it's gonna be before it's too late. I shit-canned and panned this whole idea when it was first announced, and now I wish I'd gone to Mickey D's every day. Go figure - and now, both the toys and the boxes have become near impossible to come by - unless you’re willing to cough up a lot of cash. A medium Cactus Plant Flea Market Box costs about $12, with large box closer to $13 - and one New Jersey mom noted that in her area, a Big Mac combo with fries and a drink runs under $10, so she spent $3 basically get the collectible toy.

But one eBay listing offering three of the collectible Cactus Plant Flea Market, still unwrapped and in their original packaging, is asking for a whopping $300,000.

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If you need me I'll be right over here with her - 

waiting for my ship to come in...

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Advertised as "Italy's No. 1 brand of pasta," the popular pasta brand Barilla will face a lawsuit over allegedly misleading consumers to believe that products made in Iowa and New York were actually made in the motherland of pasta, Italy.

A federal judge on Monday denied Barilla’s motion to dismiss a class-action lawsuit accusing the company of misrepresenting its products. Judge Donna Ryu found that the company’s phrase, "Italy's No.1 brand of pasta,” could mislead consumers to believe that the pasta is made in Italy. In addition to the phrase, Barilla features the green, red and white colors of the Italian flag on the signature blue boxes. 

The Illinois-based company Barilla will face a class-action lawsuit for alleged mislabeled products and deceptive marketing aimed at misleading consumers to believe that the products are made in Italy.

In addition to asking the court to stop Barilla from using Italy’s likeness in marketing and on the alleged mislabeled product, plaintiffs are seeking monetary compensation, claiming they overpaid for pasta.

 

Barilla originated as a bread and pasta shop in Italy but is now based in Illinois. Barilla argues that its trademark is used to “invoke the company’s Italian roots through generalized representations of the brand as a whole,” not mislead buyers. 

 

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I guess I'm just a little too old school for my own good. There ain't a single, normal name like Bob, Tom, Joe, Mary, Sue or Donna anywhere to found on any list of names these GenZ fuckers are naming their kids. And don't get me started on the 'ethnic' kids with names that could have only come out of a scrabble game that's missing a shitload of tiles.

What happened - are our grandkids really this retarded? I don't get it. Or maybe it's me. Juss' sayin'...

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something a little 'special'?

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NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope has captured a lush, highly detailed landscape – the iconic Pillars of Creation – where new stars are forming within dense clouds of gas and dust. The three-dimensional pillars look like majestic rock formations, but are far more permeable. These columns are made up of cool interstellar gas and dust that appear – at times – semi-transparent in near-infrared light.

Webb’s new view of the Pillars of Creation, which were first made famous when imaged by NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope in 1995, will help researchers revamp their models of star formation by identifying far more precise counts of newly formed stars, along with the quantities of gas and dust in the region. Over time, they will begin to build a clearer understanding of how stars form and burst out of these dusty clouds over millions of years.

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I went pretty much straight from High School in to the Army, with only a few distractions in between.
 Anyway, when I got out of the Army, I wanted to go to college for two big reasons - babes and baseball. 

I had been a decent player in High School, but not good enough for scholarships and shit like that, ergo the Army. I did play in the Army, and I developed what I thought was a pretty decent fastball - somewhere around 88/89mph. 

My problems with pitching were that I had absolutely no control, and I didn't have a second pitch, so you could sit on me until I hung one, or you could stand there and wait for me to hit you.

Anyway, I couldn't make it as a pitcher, but I was a damn good contact hitter at the time. Not a ton of power but I could consistently get the ball in play and get on base, so that was a big plus for me. Here's where the problem was. Just like our friend Calvin, I had some kinda weird-ass thing about closing my eyes when the ball was coming to me. It got so bad I actually went to see a shrink about it, and he said it was some kinda trauma bullshit from a hand grenade fuck-up thing from back in the service. Who cares - anyway, I couldn't get past that, so I was such a defensive liability (call me Bill Buckner) there was no place I could play in the field that I wouldn't be a serious go-to liability. That's how I ended up going to four different colleges, making and getting cut from four different college baseball teams. Life is cruel sometimes.

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I had a girlfriend who was fairly agile once...

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Speaking of growing up in the 50's - which we weren't, 

really - this was a staple item on our dinner table 

at least 3 times a month.

And don't tell me you never ate food like this - this good - when you were a kid. It's pretty funny I ran across this pic this morning, because this is exactly what I made for dinner last night for me and Babs. My mother (who's maiden name, by the way, was Seraphina Mainiero) usta call this dish 'American Chop Suey'. I have no idea where that name comes from, nor do I care. I simply call it macaroni's with meat sauce, but if the sauce was treated a little different, like sometimes I make it with ground veal (when I can find it) it's closer to a Bolongese sauce - which, by the way - should never have any friggin' cream in it. The macaronis, also by the way, are called Cavatappi, and I only buy Ronzoni if I can, but that's a story for another day.
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No offense meant Trevor, of course, but if you were to develop some kind of brain-numbing disease or some crippling or just plain debilitating condition or something, you might have a shot at actually being someone I might give more than a half a fuck for. As for talent, you will never, ever be entertaining, you smug cocksucker. 

How the fuck do people like this unfunny, hateful fuck end up makin' millions and I'm pitchin' pennies to buy beer? I don't get it.

And - just so ya know - this isn't some kinda 'equity' bullshit question thing. It's more about how people value valueless bullshit.
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