“Even though most people agree . . . I’m presenting a fair deal, the fact that they don’t take it means that I should somehow do a Jedi mind meld with these folks and convince them to do what’s right.”
I saw a middle aged man singing "Heeeeeeeey, prettay lady" while holing a dog. His wife and children rolled their eyes and I wondered if I was being loopered.
I for one hope the toaster is really haunted by the devil. I don't know, I just really want to live in a world where a woman in Florida makes a pact with the embodiment of evil to live with her in exchange for good toast.
Another example that Krispy's gone Hollywood. The Krispy I remember would never run. No he'd never run. No he'd neve-er ever run. And he didn't carry no gun.
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