Underrated

(I thought I'd balance yesterday's post)

Janitors

Toaster ovens

Patience

Pineapple

Fishing

Comments

Jer said…
Joel, just when I think you can't get any stupider...

In N Out
There's something nice about going somewhere for fast food that isn't so cookie-cutter. It's different. It's rare. Will I drive 30 miles out of my way to go? No. Will I go 5 miles? Yes.

HDTV
DON'T knock it till you've tried it. Ever since I went HD, there's no turning back. Especially watching football, everything else looks like CRAP. Don't be jealous that you can't afford a TV that's less than 17 years old.

Hybrid Cars
Ok, I'll give you this one...

Diet Coke
2 months. 40 pounds. 'Nuff said.

Musicals
Now you have angered the bald one. (Not very hard to do, I admit) Musicals are the ultimate form of stage performance. Plays are boring. Musicals are fun. I hate you and everything you stand for.

Convertibles
Again with the blasting of something just because you can't have one. Ok, in Utah, yes. Convertibles are a bad idea. If you live somewhere that doesn't ever snow, however, they're awesome. You obviously have never flown down the highway at 80mph with the top down.
October 24, 2008 at 1:25 PM
Jer said…
Just when I thought I couldn't get any stupider... I commented on the wrong post.
October 24, 2008 at 3:40 PM
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