I’ve just been laughing so hard it’s given me a headache. This morning started normally with me reading my email including a subscription to some comic strips we don’t have in the local rag. One of the strips included is *Ripley’s Believe It Or Not" which is probably more self flagellation than entertaiment but what the hell, it doesn’t cost extra. I expect there to be whoppers but today’s takes the cake. A truckdriver in Ohio has driven more than 15 million miles without an accident. “Believe it or not he drives 2,000 miles every week.” Okay, the 2,000 miles bit I believe, very reasonable for a trucker. But he’s have to do that for more than 144 years to hit 15 million miles. My bullshit meter finally pegged and I wrote an angry letter to the Ripley’s people for their lack of due dilligence. Don’t those people own a freaking calculator? If you don’t count the orbits that is the five times the distance to the moon and back travelled by every Apollo mission from 8 to 17. Don’t these people own a calculator?
The part that got me laughing was getting dressed. I put on my knit boxers as normal and notice they fit different, really good but I notice the legs are much longer… and there is no fly. “Honey, are these yours?” Uh huh. I check the label and they’re Just My Size brand. Huh. She said she didn’t like them so I could have them. So technically I’m wearing women’s underwear. It is supposed to be a turn on? I kind of feel like singing the Python Lumberjack song.