I survived a freakin’ hurricane and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.
No, I didn’t really get the T-shirt. I’m not sure about walking around advertising that I survived a disaster. On one hand, such a display has some merit. It’s like, no hurricane is going to bring ME down. But on the other hand, how does wearing the shirt give assurances that you really survived the hurricane as opposed to getting way the hell away to where you didn’t even feel the hurricane? Oh what the hell, I guess I ought to let people have their fun. I’m still not going to buy a T-shirt.
These guys are still around the mall. No hurricane could run them off. Now I don’t want to bore you with my medical history, but needless to say I have quite a plethora of issues with my neck and back. So you think I would let these guys do their magic for $12. Nope. I haven’t tried it, yet. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I can find all kinds of other ways to spend $12. Perhaps on digital photo editing lessons.
I’ve vowed to be on the lookout for bumper stickers — funny, stupid, ironic, moronic, etc. — these days. This one caught my eye in the mall parking lot. Of course, I would rather watch a Tom Cruise TV interview than be around the nervous chihuahua. I’m also sure that YOUR chihuahua is smart, relatively speaking, meaning relative to its brain size. Hey, it’s a little bitty dog. I suppose I just have this ungodly fear of having my ankles mauled by these little mutts. And you know, what good are your feet without your ankles? Huh?