Tidbits ... Just For You

Yo, BRP fans, I’m back with a “tidbits” for you.  Can you dig it?  Let’s check and see.

Tidbit One:  I’m in DC waiting for an Uber after the LCC/Skribe show, and these guys come bounding up the street:

They were, shockingly, inebriated.  They were also laughing and having a grand old time.  There was a craft beer festival in town, and I think they had something to do with that.  Regardless, it was funny, odd, and weirdly cool.  I think that this sign I saw in DC somehow was related to these fellas being picked up on New York Avenue.

Tidbit Two:  I was at a wedding in Tucson recently, and the bride walked down the aisle to a mariachi band.  How cool is that?  I love mariachi music, and they stuck around and played for about an hour.  Pics?  You got it:

Don’t you love the costumes?  How do they clean those babies?  Or maybe the better question is, do they ever clean those babies?  Regardless, when they broke into the Mexican Hat Song, I broke into a smile.

Tidbit Three:  Check out this Pool Rules sign. 

There is just too much rich stuff here for me not to comment.  So here we go:

                What, pray tell, are “common” towels, combs, brushes and drinking cups?  And why is there a pool rule against them?  I think I know the answers, but it is one weird rule.

                Cleaning your private swim suit is required.  I guess the prohibition on common swimsuits means that they don't have to be cleaned - it's a two-fer?  Anyway, there is no rule against not cleaning your common swimsuit.  Which is why I only use common swimsuits.

                If you have an infectious or communicable disease, you are “prohibited” from using the pool.  On the other hand, if it’s just “open blisters, cuts” there is a mere advisory not to use the pool.  I’m grossed out by both fact patterns, but please, keep those open blisters and cuts out of my pool.

                Spitting and spouting water is clearly prohibited.  But do you really need a rule not to blow your nose or “discharge bodily wastes” in the pool?  Who is discharging bodily wastes in a pool?  We know:  Mr. Shitty Pants.

Tidbit Four:  Any jell-o wrestling volunteers out there?  The smiles on these people make it look like so much fun!

Now, I’ve always thought that the answer to solving intractable world conflicts should be clearly in the domain of jell-o wrestlers.  Wouldn’t it be great to see world leaders forced to strip down to “private” bathing suits, jump into a vat of orange gelatinous goop, and slug it out for domination and supremacy?  Yes, I know, we would need rules against the discharge of bodily wastes in the jell-o pit, and an advisory of not going in there with open cuts and blisters, but otherwise it would be a free-for-all with no rules.  Sort of like Wal-Mart on Black Friday. 

Tidbit Five:  Which of these Warhols is more cool – Dolly Parton or Elvis Presley?

Who cares?  They are both icons (and I seldom use that over-used word) and these pictures are just too funny.  And did you know that Warhol wore a wig?  I think that’s true – fact check it and let me know. 

Tidbit Six:  Motorcycle riders are a badass breed.  Think Hell’s Angels, Pagans, and the like.  Which gang do you think this guy belongs to:

 
Yes, it’s sort of funny to ride around with Elmo on your helmet, but I think you are giving up the swagger with that one.  Turn in your license to kill, dude.

Tidbit Seven:  This is it, the final one.  Two pictures, one of no radio and one of the king and queen. 

I fancy myself to be a bit royal, and if you guess that this king is what I look like, well, keep trying.  Not enough turkey neck in there for your blogger, I’m sorry to say. 
 
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Alrighty then, it’s time for me to move on for the day.  I sure hope that whatever you are doing, like sitting in church, that you have your billyrocksphilly up on your smart phone.  It will make the time pass much faster, and like all great things associated with rock ‘n roll, will get you a first class express ticket on the Highway to Hell.  Carry on!  Until next time, my friends, be good, be cool to each other, and live like a rocker.