"Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement."
-Charles M. Schultz
The World is large, there are many things happening today, here are a few.
A balding man looks at his receding hairline and that stresses him out, and then it recedes a little more.
An intelligent rock star watches Jeopardy really loud, then whales out answers like; “What is the eukaryotic cell!”
Paul Newman’s wife begins work on a brand of lettuce, so that they can be together forever.
A soccer player plays baseball with his feet, to practice his foot work, and to show off.
A man grows an ironic moustache, then realizes it makes his upper lip look much better, it no longer is ironic.
A pair of friends realize that tic tac toe is a stupid game.
A leaf wonders what it can do with it’s veins, so it injects heroin, then it doesn’t feel so flat.
A boy makes fun of David Blaine, then disappears forever.
A chess master’s wife leaves him for treating her like a pawn. He silently shakes his head, she doesn’t realize that the pawn’s the most important piece.
A tree gets jealous when a hippie hugs a human.
A boy whistles to a bird outside his window, it starts talking gibberish back to him.
A woman moves to a square town and becomes a real estate mogul. She thanks Monopoly for her success.
An ambitious young filmmaker makes a film about a puzzle champion that can’t put his life back together. It’s almost as good as Garden State.
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Now THIS is the kind of fast-breaking news we should be shoving down the infopipes !
each one like a cupcake. thanks old man.
Old man? Whaaaaat?!
Jealous trees and ironic moustaches! Ha! You are a very astute and comical young man! But speaking of old men, that's a timely (and hilarious) newsflash/cupcake re Joanne Woodward and her husband: Paul Newman died last night (he was 83). RIP.
not tryin to be a smartass, just saying you're wise - old man.
I herdju gone down east ere, boy, an I hopes you write sumpn here on da blawg s'more here fer us afore youse gets locked in by da noreasters dere.
Dear Tom,
I hope this comment finds you well.
I don't know how to say this.. but I've started reading other blogs. Your absence made it clear that you no longer wanted to be my browsers homepage.
I hope we can still be friends (on facebook).
Long time reader, first time complainer,
Noah Earle.
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