It could be argued that the people that make life interesting are the bit players - the folks who show up a couple of times a year, running around all naked and deaf, looking like anachronistic strong men, singing about steak and egg breakfasts, granting us a pardon from our own untimely death. They're the ones that keep it tolerable. The people we see every day... well, they just get annoying, don't they?
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Mort can be so short sighted. The marketing potential here is unquestionable.
If we'd known that "if you get my drift" meant "get me another fruit cup" it would have saved us a lot of needless trauma getting that A from our high school music teacher.
We have begun to say "Mr. Superman no here" when approached for anything by panhandlers, salespeople, bosses, and spouses. Results have been varied.
The fitness industry has changed a lot over the years, but one thing remains constant: the electrifying homoeroticism.
Neighbors do love a good lawn ornament. Al should do some cross promotion with the local seller of loud, dangerously aggressive dogs and aftermarket mufflers.