If the world is going to end, I just hope the weather is pleasant.

An exercise in futility would be holding up a cardboard box with a cheap empty clear orange plastic water pistol that costs fifty cents at the dollar store.  You know the box ain’t gonna give it up cause it’s so damn stubborn.

 

I’m color blind and that’s why I wear the McLaren Tartan with an orange turtle neck, sandals and sea foam green socks.  It’s a philosophy not a handicap.

 

What if Jackie Magic Socks (don’t worry he’s a cool cat) was responsible for the pinch at the pumps?  So when you fill up your ride, he sneaks out and grabs your jelly roll between his thumb and index finger (between the first and second knuckle) and gives it a little squeeze.  It’s not a true pinch but it’s enough for Jackie Magic Socks.

 

I’m a man of limited resources: energy, fluids, money, coffee and time.  I got infinite love though…come on give me a hug, let me wrap my big long arms around yah, it’ll feel good and then we can drink beer.

 

Is Smurf stuffing what goes in a turkey? Or could it be a hazing activity done by a frat?  Could it be what you call eating a blue stick of unsalted sweet cream butter?  Could it be ten people getting in a blue coupe?  Is it shoving blue crayons up your nose or somewhere else? Is it force feeding Smurfs so that you can harvest their fatty livers?

 

What is mythical creature cruelty?  Is that dragon slaying? Or maybe cutting off Medusa’s head? David and Goliath…there needs to be a shelter like the humane society for mythical creatures, maybe an adoption program because you need to go in and see what mythical creature bonds with you the most.  Maybe it’s the Kraken or the Yeti or maybe even Cerberus…a trial at home…an overnight…maybe a lost soul sucking contest as a bonding event…I’m just thinking off the top of my head here…

 

In reference to yeasterday's post, see today's subject line.