I was walking to the grocery store this evening when I saw something perplexing: a pretty, well-dressed lady chatting happily with a guy as they strode across 69th Street down Broadway -- but she wasn't wearing any shoes. No socks -- nothing. Bare feet. On Broadway.
I resisted the urge to shake her maniacally by the shoulders, shouting "HEPATITIS, HEPATITIS!!!! HERE'RE SOME FLIP FLOPS -- SAVE YOURSELF!"
Today my boss called me a lazy bum, which may be true. It is in the morning. If anyone wants to take my place, let me know.
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I agree with your boss!
ReplyDeleteYou're not lazy. Easy to hide behind the old "anonymous".
ReplyDeleteBut...
It really doesn't matter. I'm still crazy about you.
I picked "D" because it said I should.
ReplyDeleteI only say lazy because I knew you in High School. I picked mean & lazy because I'm an asshole.
ReplyDeleteI picked mean AND lazy because I know you well. Hell, you had a thing scrolling across the top of your MySpace page for the longest time that said "I'm mean" -- and it was damn accurate. ... I also know that the old guy doesn't need to defend you from people's comments, anonymous or otherwise ...
ReplyDeletenotanonymous - you're obviously are frightened little man. Deal with it. Better yet, come out of hiding and meet with the old guy. Then we will see who needs to be defended.
ReplyDeleteHi Sweetie,
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Love,
Dad
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ReplyDeleteI figure:
ReplyDeleteIf you are lazy, you cannot be mean - being mean takes effort. Ask Hitler. It is therefore axiomatic that if you are mean, you cannot be lazy.
Like dad, I say, "Happy Birthday!"