I’ve thought about it but I’ve been told (in a singsong voice)
[quote]everything you say is
And I’m not lying. I just don’t lie. Even growing up in the 60s, I stupidly didn’t lie. I could be the star lineback in the big game, in a room full of flowered paisley’d hippie gals stoned outa their nuts.
The minute one asked what my sign was, I’d stupidly answer: Virgo
AARRRGGHHHHH!!! EEEWWWWW!!! (sound of bare feet running)
A man my size was doomed to playing Santa. Sure plenty of girls would sit on your knee, but Santa only comes once a year, and then he goes off up the chimney.
I was a virgin until disco came around. Then if you didn’t hit on a gal within 15 seconds of meeting her, you were assumed to be a flamer. Or if she had two drinks she’d hit on you in under a minute…
a the good old days. When penicillin cured everything…
Then I went and got married. Like in the early 80s when women lost their sense of humour. Hell the wife would come home from the dentist and say “Look honey, I got my teeth polished. What do you think?”, and I’d mumble, “Yeah honey… nicest teeth I’ve come across”, and she’d HIT me!!!
Funny world. We go kick the shit out of Columbia for growing cocaine and then drink 12 cups of Maxwell House for the same effect. Hell if it was Starbucks a coke habit would be cheaper!
I just can’t shut up, can I? Well then I better be off to check myself in to Onanonanon…