A Little Help From My Friends

So, my friends know I am trekking through this world, in search of the truly full-on, and from time-to-time they produce some gems worthy of making the blog:

This was submitted by my friend and colleague, Dr. Candy Strauss.  It is funny because we have nicknamed someone Penelope (after the very funny SNL character; http://www.hulu.com/watch/107509/saturday-night-live-penelope, http://www.hulu.com/watch/52192/saturday-night-live-penelope---therapy, http://www.hulu.com/watch/11931/saturday-night-live-penelope--traffic-school), who is just...ummm...a little bit (twirls her hair) better than everyone else.

Best part?  What makes this a win?  Well, the fact that even Walt Disney (The Haunted Mansion) feels she should be dearly departed.

Second submission from Dr. Candy is this:

For some very strange reason, putting lettuce on a ham and pineapple pizza just seems a bit full-on, even though she says she likes to have the crunchy with the pizza rather than before.

Thanks to Candy for her additions and contributions!!!

Next in the lineup is my dear friend, Moundy McTits.  She was able to capture the original full-on, as it happened in its natural environment.

These country folk took a swamp buggy down a power easement and ran out of gas.  They asked Moundy if she had gas, she checked, and offered some gas if they wanted to cross the ditch.  A few short moments of careful contemplation and they decided it would be much better to have their buddy in the truck push them back to where they came from.  Never mind the fact that they could have piled into the one truck, picked up some gas, and then drove back without any vehicle damage (minus the fact that the silverish truck had no windshield >.>).  These were the first FoF's that earned the title.

Finally, we have what will be a nice segue to the segment, "Vehicular Profiling", that I will begin once I head back to sunny Florida, the melting pot of Full-On Failures.

Please note, we are in Southwest Florida.  About as far from year round Hockey as you can get (if you don't count the Everblades or the fact that Florida is essentially Summer all the time).  Saying, "I Hate Summer", is about as intelligent as a German hating beer, a Polar Bear hating the snow, a ninja hating stealth and the color black, and so on and so on.

This just proves to me that there are some people who just like to advertise just how Full-On Fail they really are.

Stick around, and we will tackle the 7-11 blunders and more vehicular profiling soon!!!! =)