Archive for August 2022
Our Table Has Come Up With . . .
. . . a simple pre-nuptial agreement
when both bride and groom are independently well-to-do.
Just repeat the vows,
“Till Debt Do Us Part.”
Sarcasm . . .
. . . I’ve learned over the years,
saves you the trouble of
beating people to death .
Everyone Seems To Have Forgotten . . .
. . . that the outcome of elections
is determined by
the people who show up.
It Gets Difficult . . .
. . . to update this blog
when the internet connection
keeps pooping out.
Hugged A Sunrise Of Gilbert . . .
. . .inmate today who’s moving out (maybe here)
because everyone there received notice
their rent is increased 15 percent immediately.
If they’re paying $3,000 a month,
that’s a $450 monthly increase, or $5,400 a year.
While Probing Secrets . . .
. . . that hold the universe together,
prompted one of our tablemates
to declare it’s a rather knotty problem.
The Only Way . . .
. . .to learn the ropes
in any endeavor
is to avoid being tied down.
While Eavesdropping . . .
. . . on a some gals at the next table,
I heard one of them say
she had no trouble getting money out of her husband.
She’d announce she was calling it quits and was going home to mother,
and he always gave her the money to buy a ticket.
Pollyannas Keep Telling Us . . .
. . . there is nothing we can’t do if we put our mind to it.
Well, I’ll think about that
while they try
to hold two watermelons in the palm of one hand.
I Know I Didn’t Make This Up . . .
. . . but it’s worth repeating.
We’re urged not to judge all Muslims
by the actions of a few fanatics, however
we’re asked to believe that
all gun-owners behave
the same as a handful of lunatics.
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