I got up this morning and suddenly realized that I have only two active brain cells and they’re both in the shop for repair. One went down last night when I happened to stroll through the living room where my wife was watching “The Bachelor” with a fervor that I can only describe as frightening. I actually felt it fail.
The other one kicked into superpower mode and caused an immediate meltdown forcing my life support systems to beg for mercy before morphing into suspended animation. And here I sit… neither fish nor cut bait until such time as someone antes up the jing to feed the monkey.
The other one kicked into superpower mode and caused an immediate meltdown forcing my life support systems to beg for mercy before morphing into suspended animation. And here I sit… neither fish nor cut bait until such time as someone antes up the jing to feed the monkey.
It’s okay, though, it’ll give the critical mass of the ‘ol cranial orb a little time to cool down.
Y’all play nice now… hear?
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ok. please tell me this guy is Ted. The one in the story you posted yesterday. The guy who was only necessary because living accommodations, or something like that. (bachelor, is he? wonder why.)
Have a nice rest.
Impressive cactii...
p.s. I'm having a little bit of a moral dilemma as to whether to click on adam brown's publically provided link.
I'm fightin' it.
haha, sounds like you need....More Beer!
P.S. being a mad and impulsive fool, I hit that link and they want money first, it would be an act of faith, oh also popups! aragaga, i am off to scan for everything, and then scan again, thank goodness for firewalls I say, not saying it's dodgy just that i am extra cautious after having been mad and impulsive,
ok bobo
replenish those cells and leave the cactus alone
Scot-- Thanks, man... good advise. The big cell-kill is tomorrow. It'll be okay...
Prickly!
Yeah, I hate when that happens... I hope that the shop treats your cells as they should be treated. thanks for this - a fan
bob
will be saying prayers
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Hanging in there? I have mowed the fairways and polished the balls, standing around on the first tee waiting for you and listening to the birds sing,
fear not... most of us are here as we have no where else to go!!!!!LOL
Hi, everybody... Feeling a bit better today. Still a little tired, but as they say, this, too, shall pass. This phase of my therapy is over, for now at least. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, they are much appreciated.
Paul, you've got honors, so crack it. Chances are you're going to need a mulligan, anyway, so I'll just stand here on the teebox and wait until you finally get it past the ladies' tee. heh heh heh
Hey Bob, hope you're back in the saddle soon. Hang in there and we'll be thinking about you. Shirley
Oh my God! This picture wouldn't be what it is without that fellow's expression, like he can hardly believe his own good luck.
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