In the fog of youth, a Sunday afternoon nap was a spontaneous, passionate, somewhat sinful romp under the covers; followed by a snooze of satisfaction. Today, a Sunday afternoon nap’s only concern about positions is: “Which sofa do you want?’
In response to the rhetorical political palaver being spewed by pundits of both sides of any issue, I retorted with a “Fair & Balanced” barrage of methane tainted comments.
What a bad day, being stuck in traffic on a hot afternoon while the man in the next car is harvesting the stalactites & stalagmites from his nasal caverns. YOU’RE A NOT INVISIBLE IN YOUR CAR!!!
The remembrances of your hometown can be a pleasant interlude into a simpler times; the curse of reality is returning home for a visit.
Poets say your first love is you best and most exciting; to insure you maintain this illusion, never attend your high school reunion.
Doctor’s now say that moderate alcohol intake is good for the memory. Great, so all these years of drinking to forget are just wasted time?
Darwin could not see that our evolution might turn us into obese albinos from spending no time outside or getting exercise. Why should we, our cell phone do it all.
When cloning is perfected it will eliminate all need for sexual intercourse & marriage. Just a world of “Mini Mes” running around agreeing with each other.
There must be a God & God must have a sense of humor. Why else would everything fun in life be illegal, immoral, or fattening.
It has always impressed me how important & intimidating political crisis are and how they seem to tame so quickly; when Congressional or Presidential vacations are scheduled.
The proponents of TGIF (Thank God it’s Friday) must all be single & have never faced the dreaded Saturday “Honey Do” list.
If reality TV is reality; I’ll take fiction.
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