Monday, April 17, 2006

Life *Is* Like A Box Of Chocolates...



...Squishy, all run together, missing the best pieces, and not particularly appetizing.

Ever feel like talking, but you have no idea what you're going to say? Me neither.

Why is it that people who claim to be experts are always smug, annoying jerks?

Ever wake up and wonder where in hell you are, and what you've done to deserve this?

Why such a big suit?

Small points to ponder on a dreary afternoon.

5 comments:

Slobo Gack! said...

If it's any help, the Price Chopper had 5-Bean Minestrone on sale today for the same price as the 4-Bean Minestrone.
I filled two whole carts and broke the shocks on my Vega on the way home.

Corvid said...

Y'know, I'd fight my way through the tank-topped 45 yr. old biker chicks, mustachioed Camaro-driving losers wearing aviator sunglasses, musty smelling derelicts, tawdry tatooed Starla-esque single moms and such, but there'd probably only be Wadded Beef, Creamed Eels and Corn Nog left by now... Next time a heads-up before the sale, Chach...

Miloj Gack! said...

So I guess I'll strike "Corn Nog" off my Xmas list for you, ye unfeeling bastard!
By the way, what could "wadded beef" possibly be?

Slobo Gack! said...

It's what holds gunpowder and shot in your gun I think. It works great unless you use your last piece to shoot something other than a "wadded beef" source, or more commonly, a cow.

Lawrence said...

I love the David Byrne picture. I still don't know why he wore the big suit..

"Same as it ever was..."