Fellow At the Table Today . . .
. . .said he was tired
of having to wake up so often to have a pee.
I got no answer when I asked
if he’d rather pee and then wake up.
It Makes Sense . . .
. . . that there are no portraits of
Vincent Van Gogh smiling
because he couldn’t even grin
from ear to ear.
I Just Noticed . . .
. . .that if you make one word
with “THE” and “IRS”
it becomes “THEIRS.”
It’s Always Tempting . . .
. . . when doing any paperwork
with the question
about who to call in an emergency
to write in, “an ambulance.”
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.
Mature Life Features 