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.
If genetics are to be blamed, who’s the first bald guy that we can really go after?
I’ll bet there are millions of pumpkins seeds just squeezing inside to stop anything from growing.
I wonder, when a pen is held in a left hand, does it feel exotic, like being in Europe?
I wonder why no one has invented the inflatable port a potty for campers?
I wonder if chickens hide their fingers when they walk past TGI Fridays.
When you get your feelings hurt, why can’t psychiatrists just kiss and make it better instead of prescribing medication—it works for most childhood boo-boos.
Another season of Dancing with the Stars is over, now where can I go for romance and excitement in my life?
It must be a tough life; laying all cozy in a shell one minute then asalted and having your home broken into the next.