I’d like to say some wise and meaningful crap, but the fact I just referred to it as “crap” shows just how meaningful I can be. (You’d be more impressed with me if you never met anyone else)
But here goes:
I’m thinking the easiest job in the world has to be coroner. Surgery on dead people. What’s the worst thing that could happen? If everything went wrong, maybe you’d get a pulse. Ain’t nothing wrong with that!
(I know right now Doug that you are thinking of Ken right now huh?)
I’m thinking I might want to buy a junkyard just to grow my own junk food.
All I want in this world is some one I can turn to and yell, “Avenge Me!!” if I’m dying or wrongly accused of a crime. Or any injustice for that matter. Oh and rocket shoes. Pretty pink rocket shoes.
Looking at photos and seeing how much I’ve aged....well....it has inspired me to make a resolution for 2011: NO MORE PHOTOS. Actually I’ve set more realistic New Year’s resolutions this year, like never doing anything right and not pleasing anybody. All of my resolutions for 2011 is that I will attempt to –and hopefully succeed– (but who is to really say what “success” is?) in being –in no uncertain terms– more succinct. How am I doing so far?
I’m sorry, DISH TV, I couldn’t care less if I can pause my DVR in one room and resume it in another. Want to impress me? Free movie channels forever. Or send me a miniature giraffe. Either one will do fine, but I would actually prefer the miniature giraffe. At least it can reach the DISH when it piles up with snow and I lose all reception!
Do I have a dream? Of course I do.....I dream of a better tomorrow… where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives!
For those of you who have young children, if you have plans to teach your children the value of dollar, you better hurry up.
