Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
There is a local radio ad with a woman – she and her husband are in their sixties, and she wants to buy a red Jeep instead of one that is black, white or silver because she wants to think out of the box and look younger.
I think the only way a red Jeep would make you look younger is if the windows are heavily tinted and you never get out.
I bought a newer vehicle recently. The old one was silver. The newer one is black. I don’t look any younger. Perhaps I chose poorly.
I just heard someone on the radio say they had a prediction for the future. Those are much trickier than predictions for the past.
Beard care with Occam’s Razor:
The simplest possible solution is not to shave.
The rain
the forecast said
would arrive
at 9:00 p.m.
started to fall
at 5:53.
There’s an ad on the radio for a fast food chain that will sell you breakfast food at any time of the day. You can get hotcakes for dinner. The announcer exclaims that it doesn’t get better than that.
* wipes away a tear for the announcer and her stunted vision of how good things can get *
On Monday, there was a sign on Seventh North Street saying the the northbound I-81 on ramp would be closed 10/10/2010. Information useful if you’re driving a time-traveling DeLorean, I guess.
I just got an e-mail with an attachment from “King Huggins.” Doesn’t that sound like a character from a childrens’ book, or a name you’d give your cat for which he’d hate you forever?
“Who’s a good widdle King Huggins? Yes you is! Yes you is!”
King Huggins: * stares balefully *
I bought cleaning supplies, brought them home, and they’re just sitting there not cleaning anything at all.