We offer observations on the human condition from a twenty year old mind trapped in an 80 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
I sometimes think God is a card shark. He always wins.
Some drink intellectually from the fountain of youth, some physically, I prefer both.
A father whose chin is resting on his hands has something important to say to his son.
No one believes I am 80, most say, 60.
Four buses were parked at Wal-Mart. I guess it is a new product line, “Trips To Wal-Mart.”
Very small children love slamming doors.
I enjoy the solitude of IHOP at 4:30 p.m.
I wonder what percent of R&D is spent on developing new foods.
Those who want guns in order to protect themselves, most probably will only use it to defend themselves against a squirrel.
There is something about a rainy Tuesday morning that makes one nostalgic.
Tea Party Congressmen held luncheons for Lobbyists. Ah, the claims of November are frozen out in January.
To observe the human condition is to wear a skeptical look.
I wonder if human history will reach a point where there are no new points.
My main complaint against God is that we humans defecate through the rear rather than blowing it out through the mouth.
My Rule of Seven is that I must write at least seven comments at a sitting.
Tall women who wear high heels are definitely intimidating.
Owners of coffee shops should rent out booths as offices.
It is years since I wore a sweater, I wonder why?