Water Cooler Talk 6-24-15

Weekly random thoughts. Since I’m self-employed it’s my version of water cooler talk: no one to talk to so it goes out to cyberspace. 

No one really talks about the wear and tear the Adam’s Apple goes through in the lifetime of the average male white-collar worker.

I never quite understood the joke, “chili today, hot tamale”—they’re both warm and spicy.

I wonder if the tuna ever jumped out as the can was spinning around the electric opener?

I was chastised for my inability to play leap-frog in kindergarten; I hadn’t known that my practice should have reached beyond actual frogs.

If not for a spelling error made at an early age I might have more friends, but there was no group on the pier.

 

 

A Conversation Between Angels CXXXIII

“Our Father who Art in heaven, now what do you get the guy that has everything, that created everything?”

“He’s a pretty simple guy, really, and just like most dads are happy with a new tie, he wants the same thing he wants every year—Peace on Earth.”

“And how do we get that?”

“By doing our job.”

“Our job”

“Yep. We pray.”

Water Cooler Talk 6-17-15

Weekly random thoughts. Since I’m self-employed it’s my version of water cooler talk: no one to talk to so it goes out to cyberspace. 

I’ll bet the generation gap has become more like a canyon.

Do you suppose turtles wish that they came equipped with a hydration pack already installed on their shell?

I wonder if that paper airplane I flew off a hill in 4th grade and caught a big wind gust ever came down?

I’ve never seen it, is there also a Dr. What, Dr. When, Dr. Where and Dr. How?

I’ll bet chinchillas wish they had a different name because the name contributes to the desire to wear them.

Do vampires prefer a certain blood type?

I wonder how often cheese and crackers would just like to “take a break?”

If you set a roll of toilet paper down a hill, would the animals come out and gleefully use it thinking “finally it’s not like we’re camping!”

If roses and violets had been different colors, I wonder how that would have affected the greeting card industry?

How did Fred Flintstone’s feet manage to remain uncalloused with the way that he drove?