Man 1: "World's goin' to hell in a hand-basket..."
My Thought: "I think it went a long time ago."
Man 1: "...I've got so many red spots on me that I can't count that high."
Man 2: "Yep."
My Thought: "Must be talking about liver spots. I had tons of red splotches on me after that hot shower last night. Skin is dry from the winter...itchy itchy..."
Man2: "Tell you what...those damn kids today are killin' themselves in those tanning beds. Talk about spots...Good Lord..."
My Thought: "I was just thinking that last week! Carcinoma city!"
Man 1: "Kids...all got to have one of those 4x4's too.
Man 2: "Yep and they probably ain't been in the woods once. Don't know why they need those huge things...killin' us all...takin' the gas..."
My Thought: "I was just thinking about that a few days ago! People killing the environment with SUVs...why do people need an SUV in the city?"
Man 1: "Look at that old car..." (pointing to an elderly woman pulling in lot with a large car)
Man 2: "Yep, why she need such a large car...to go to the grocery store once a week?"
My Thought: "I was just thinking the same thought about a lady yesterday! Are they safer in those cars? How can they even see in those boats? I have enough trouble parking my sports car..."
Man 2: "I tell you another thing, I'm so sick of reading bumper stickers. I want a bumper sticker with NOTHING on it."
My Thought: "I hate bumper stickers too...I get tired of reading about other people's religions, politics, dumb puns... GEEZ -- HOW OLD AM I?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?"
Man 2: "Yep...world sure is going to hell in a hand-basket..."
My Thought: "...so must I..."
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
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Ah, you're maturing! :-) Enjoy it. It's a better place.
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