Light the Ramp

Foo was fascinated to find out that there were no stairs in Grand Central Station... just ramps... At least they were well lit by these tiny little suns so when he rolled down he would at least be able to see where he was going.

Casual Friday

Being casual Friday and all (at least in Foo's head), his office antics had no boundaries before the bosses got in.

So he decided to do the old hijinks favorite of copying his face and butt on the company copy machine.

He urges comments, but he thinks his butt made a good Xerox.

But he's still seeing stars from this one... whoa brightness...

Stop Bad Spelling!

Foo couldn't decide whether he should stop or go when he saw this horrible misspelling at the Country Kitchen in central Texas. 

Or maybe it wasn't a misspelling and it's really just a room for making loud, obnoxious sounds. Yeah... he didn't think so either...