Tuesday, November 2, 2010


"This has to be the longest run on sentence in the history of the world. Oh well, I never said they would be quality posts. Say, where's yours? C'mon, it's day two. Where's your post for today?"

And then she stole my last Whopper.

Not a "May I have that please?", just *snatch* and it was gone.

Had she asked, she would have gotten, "Why, of course, my dear. I will gladly give you my last Whopper. You are the light of my life and to give you my last succulent globe of sugary goodness wrapped in tasty chocolate would make me the happiest man in the world."


There is no justice in this world.

What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine too.

Oh well. Perhaps I'll just fall asleep early tonight. That'll show her. Take my last Whopper? No nookie for you!

BTW - I hope you voted today. If you didn't, you forfeit your right to complain about how bad Government is. If you're not part of the process, you're part of the problem.

'Nuff said.

1 comment:

Giddy. said...

Good grief... there is a whole bucket of whoppers...