Freeze!

Just heard a radio news story about how a bank robber demanded money from a teller with a gun.

I think they meant a bank robber with a gun demanded money from a teller, unless they’re arming bank tellers these days. And if they’re arming bank tellers, I will be even more polite next time I go to the bank.

This does bring to mind a comic image, though.

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I walk into the bank.

“FREEZE!” the teller says. “GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY. I HAVE A GUN, AND I KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT.”

“Kill your darlings…”

In keeping with the writing advice to kill your darlings, I am going to write a sequel to Peter Pan where the whole Darling family dies.

“NO! NOT WENDY!” Peter Pan wails.

Yes, Peter. ALL the Darlings.

The surprise ending? It was Tinker Bell who did it.

What I deserve

I just heard an ad on the radio informing me that I deserved a Ford F150.

  1. How do they know that?
  2. What did I do to deserve that?

So where IS the Ford F-150 I deserve? If I deserve it, surely I deserve free delivery too. And a full tank of fuel.

No. No, they don’t

2:56 a.m., and three of the last four ads on TV started with”We know why you’re awake!”

One of them thinks I need a reasonably priced funeral home.
One of them thinks I need to buy a Chevy.
One of them thinks I need a sleep study.

Bzzz! None of the above. I just got home from responding to a mutual-aid fire call.

I think I like my version best.

The last first date

I just saw an ominous infographic that stated “31% of singles met their last first date online.”

Did their last first date just kill them, or was it so bad that they swore off dating forever?