Archive for August 2022
Demolition Derbies . . .
. . . it occurs to me
are just another form
of wreckreation.
Have You Noticed . . .
. . . common sense is a lot like deodorant —
the people who need it the most seldom use it.
A Recent Obit . . .
. . . in my hometown daily
reminded me of the fellow I knew a long time ago
who had this great pickup line he used to impress the girls.
“I work with animals,” he’d tell them.
What he didn’t tell them was
that he was a butcher.
Guy At The Lunch Table . . .
. . . said he was going to travel around the world
and wouldn’t be back until money his ran out.
I said I’d wait up for him after dinner.
I Remember Doing . . .
. . . a lot of things before.
I just don’t remember how I did them.
This May Not Be News . . .
. . . to most folks, but I’ll mention it anyway.
You’ve probably learned that
you can’t please everyone,
but pissing off everybody is a piece of cake.
When I Was Young . . .
. . . I was poor.
But after years
of sweat, tears and hard work,
I am no longer young.
I Accept Responsibility . . .
. . . for anything I’ve said,
but not for anything
you think I’ve said.
Mature Life Features 