A Week of Weird:
Sunday: I drove past a man riding a motorized scooter. Like a scooter a senior citizen would ride to Dollerama or Tim Hortons for a double-double (not the Vespa kind). Not so weird, you say? It is when you consider he was pulling a hitch... A full sized, 4x4 hitch.
Monday: I ran past a Big Wheel locked to a bike rack. Remember the kind you used to race up and down the street with the neighbour boy? Mine was a Hot Wheels kind. Not so weird, you say? It is when you consider both back tires had been jacked.
Tuesday: I talked to a man on the phone who wanted to know how he could access the Latin document I had used/displayed in my class today. As in Latin, the language. Not so weird, you say? It is when you consider he wasn't in my class today. Nor can I speak Latin, let alone write it.
Wednesday: [will update when (inevitably) something weird happens...]
2 comments:
If you're at Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball. Then, later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys, let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground. Then say, "Boy, these are good cigars!".
Just because swans mate for life, I don't think its that big a deal. First of all, if you're a swan, you're probably not going to find a swan that looks much better than the one you've got, so why not mate for life?
Oh BG. What a way to start the day. I needed that laugh!
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