I wish I was like the celebrities I see on billboards: Beautiful, rich, and large enough to step over an overpass.
When I was a kid, I was always picked last for dodgeball. But scabs are never picked at all. Maybe that’s why I have always felt marginally superior to scabs.
I believe in putting all my eggs in one basket. If you put them in two baskets, then both your hands are tied up and what with opening doors and carrying them from the hen house, you are likely to drop one of the baskets. Now all of your eggs are in one basket anyway, only there’s only half as many of them. Plus you are probably all agitated because you dropped the first basket, making it more likely you drop the second basket.
What screws up traffic are the idiots in front of me that go too slow, and the assholes in back of me that ride my ass. Most traffic problems would be solved if they would just switch places.
I give you Anna Kendrick’s Shower Thought’s. I believe they’re based on a similar bit Nick Offerman did and as much as I like Ron Swanson, Nick Offerman can be kind of an ass. I only made it a few chapters into his book and had to put it down. So I’m not linking to it, but it’s probably a related video if you want to watch it.
Oh and ‘what if rocks are actually soft and squishy but only tense up when you touch them’?
Are there any truly original deep thoughts on a planet where 110 billion or so people have existed?
ETA: I’ve wondered for a while about home-school peculiarities that never make the news. I’m glad someone else has apparently considered the possibilities.
Tomorrow, for example, is the property of Sir Fluffington Rowsby, a labradoodle-chihuaua cross who lives with a disability pensioner on a cul-de-sac in Port Adelaide. Sadly, all notifications of this event have gone unread. Always check your Google alerts, people
I felt bad about having no shoes ( Thanks for that Askance) until I met a man with no legs and I thought what the hell is someone doing with another guy’s legs?