Musings.
well i was out that day when i spotted this couple walking hand in hand a few feet in front of me. the guy was caucasian, and the girl, whoa… i was, y’ know, thinking, “where do you find girls that look like <b>that</b>?!” well to cut a long story short she looked really good… until she turned around. then it was like a personal encounter with a wildebeast. from the rear end. i swear, for a moment there, i heard God’s voice, and He spake unto me, “she has Inner Beauty, and only the Man can see that. the eyes of fools have been blinded by lust, and they note not the brilliance of her personality…”
well i say, Man, if you wanna keep her, you’re mighty free to do so, preferably somewhere safe; Inner Beauty and all. and get yourself insured won’t ya? me, i’d rather be a fool any day.
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imagine this heartwarming situation:
pa, ma and junior go out one lazy sunday afternoon for a good time. they wind up at a fast food restaurant, where ma feeds pa french fries, while junior coats his face with ice cream. all is nice and dandy till pa’s third shows up. i say third because up until then, ma was supposed to be pa’s only <i>other</i> half. suddenly she’s a third. she can’t really accept that, and to make matters worse, the original third didn’t know she <i>was</i> a third, and a scuffle breaks out. junior is unperturbed, engrossed in his dessert. third throttles pa, and ma attacks third. the counter staff start taking bets.
wouldn’t you just love to be there?
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here’s something fun to do:
get into an empty elevator and stand facing the other way, with your back towards the door. when other people get on, look at them weird. some will succumb to the pressure and out of sheer curiosity, face the same way as you. when you get to your floor, as you’re walking out, turn back, give them a funny stare, and remark, “crazy people…” i bet that will get you some recognition.
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what’s with people who say they’re going to the toilet to “take a shit”? never could figure it out. i generally go there to leave one. ah well, each to his own i guess.
Gary @ 23 Sep 2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »