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Post by karlsie on Dec 28, 2008 18:39:56 GMT -5
what the hell happened to the rock star party? When you get hit by a rock, you roll over. That way, you're back on your feet, ready for the next punch. Speaking of punch, whatever happened to the egg nog? It disappeared faster than i could taste it. Ah well. We're about to enter the New Year. Surely we must have a few resolutions around here, like "i'll quit licking the frosting off the carrot cake" or "i promise to read two paragraphs of Silas Marner every night before going to bed". It's my honest opinion that Silas Marner was meant to kill the joy of reading.
Killing joy has become my new resolution. It's quite vogue; everybody's doing it so i thought i'd try out my hand. No more picking on Stacy when he's grumpy. No more laughing at Mitch's naughty satire. No more gossiping with Maya. Gosh, that's killing my own joy! From now on, anyone who writes something funny enough to get a giggle out of me will be penalized by writing a five hundred word essay on automatic dishwashers versus washing your dishes by hand. Don't think this isn't a serious subject. While we are weighing out the dismal aspects of dishpan hands, there is energy to conserve. Is the American house wife ready to make this sacrifice. Dig deep into your hearts. Instead of laughing, you know you should be addressing this issue.
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