Join a church, the Lions, the Knights of Columbus, boyscouts, -whatever. If your life up to now is shaping up so that your only legacy is an obituary that says "all he/she ever did was turn food into shit" move to North Korea. They need more shit. . . .
Monday, May 12, 2008
Bad to the Bone
The Mrs. went back to work today, to a new job of being in charge of all the flowers in town. Her first day of work she had to wash some road graffiti off the street. The words "bad to the bone," and a giant penis.
Lovely.
What kind of twinkled-up mentality thinks that'd be a nice addition to their street?
"Heh heh, I drew a penis on the road... heh heh..."
I'm sure that's not the sort of roadside beautification she thought she'd be working with. Reminds me of why I went to school.
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