I
was walking alone through the woods when I came upon Ichabod Crane. I
could tell he was feeling bummed and I asked what was up.
Ichabod said,
"I wish my life were a better place to live."
I said that it wasn't up
to him but to the writer Washington Irving.
Ichabod went on to say, "Oh,
but my heart breaks over the loss of the affections of Katrina Van
Tassel."
I said again that none were to blame but Mr. Irving and the
strokes of his pen.
Ichabod said, "But are you too beholdened to the
imaginings of Mr. Irving?"
I said that I was unfortunately bound to an
unknown author.
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Saturday, July 30, 2016
The Ride
My turtle said, "Why don't you just get a car?"
I said that I like to travel more naturally.
My turtle said, "But then things like this happen."
I said that I didn't mind because I liked our time together.
The turtle said, "Sure, that makes sense."
Friday, July 29, 2016
Helpful
I like to eat a stick of butter a day. It has a naturally calming
effect. Today however is looking like a nine-stick-of-butter day.
Thursday, July 28, 2016
The Block of Concrete
I
found a new place to sit and write my blog posts.
The only thing is, this block of concrete comments on whatever I'm writing. Just now it said, "Why don't you write about pudding? No one writes about pudding anymore."
The only thing is, this block of concrete comments on whatever I'm writing. Just now it said, "Why don't you write about pudding? No one writes about pudding anymore."
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Favorite Passage
My favorite passage from the Bible is when God says, "Why are you reading the Bible? Why aren't you outside?"
Monday, July 25, 2016
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Space
So I installed the drive, got in my rocket ship and took off into space. I hit the hyper-space drive and my rocket ship shot into the distance.
Stars were sailing by my window, until I slammed into something. I put on my spacesuit and got out to see what had happened. Lo and behold, I'd smashed into the end of space!
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Speaking at the RNC
I spoke at the Republican Convention Thursday. I talked about how nice it
was to be in Cleveland again. I went to high school there.
Then I pushed the button on the podium that released all the balloons from the ceiling. A few people off to the side of the stage were upset at me because the balloons were supposed to be released when Trump gave his speech.
But the audience loved it and didn't care.
Then I pushed the button on the podium that released all the balloons from the ceiling. A few people off to the side of the stage were upset at me because the balloons were supposed to be released when Trump gave his speech.
But the audience loved it and didn't care.
Friday, July 22, 2016
Friday, June 3, 2016
Beryl
My
pet rhino, Beryl, was spending the bulk of her waking time watching TV
on the couch. This was getting me pissed because it was wrecking the
couch.
So I got a DVD of rhinos in their natural wild habitat and played it on the TV. Beryl got all excited and ran around the room ramming all the furniture and dent splintering the walls. The only thing she didn't wreck was the TV.
When the DVD was over she lay down on the rubble and remote switched the TV to Judge Judy.
So I got a DVD of rhinos in their natural wild habitat and played it on the TV. Beryl got all excited and ran around the room ramming all the furniture and dent splintering the walls. The only thing she didn't wreck was the TV.
When the DVD was over she lay down on the rubble and remote switched the TV to Judge Judy.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
William Henry Harrison
I was visited by the ghost of former President William Henry Harrison. I
wanted to be upfront with him and said I was unfamiliar with his
accomplishments when in high office.
The ghost of Harrison said, "But you do know that I was once President of the United States of America?" I said I did.
The ghost of Harrison called out, "Hoodeeladoo!" and danced a jig.
The ghost of Harrison said, "But you do know that I was once President of the United States of America?" I said I did.
The ghost of Harrison called out, "Hoodeeladoo!" and danced a jig.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Dreaming
Guess
what? I'm dreaming about you. You have whip cream on your head and are
walking a tightrope. I am shouting at you from below, "make sure not to
fall, protect the topping at all costs!
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