I thought I had an opinion about a thought, which turned out to be more opinionated than I originally thought.
The other day, while at lunch, one of my friends stated they needed to get gas. I suggested fast food.
If we really had to eat our words I would be fat(ter).
What if politicians were like gerbils. Running all day on the wheel of life going only where we let them and doing exactly what we wanted.
I am a sports fan I like football pro and college, college basketball, hockey and baseball. I also like a good movie or TV show. I especially love most anything with action. Some of these new dramedy series are fun to watch. So the following is more of a politically motivated financial statement.
If all these participants, in the aforementioned paragraph, worried less about keeping up with the Jones-es, or even being the Jones-es, and actually cared as much as about their country as they claim. We wouldn’t have much of a national debt.
By the way do you know if one (1) baseball player earning minimum wage at the pro level put half (1/2) his earnings toward the debt. He would still take home in one year, about as much as I take home in seven(7).
The question of the day then becomes: Greed, where did it start? More importantly, where does it end? That would be if it ever ends. Less greed would mean less hatred.
Sorry folks, my ramblings are supposed to be more on the comical side. These turned serious quick.
When I am at work I tell my friends it is time to talk serious. There are important topics to discuss. They look at me with a curiously disturbed look on their faces. Then I ask the all important question. Who is going to the playoffs this year?
If it wasn’t for the sports page, the comics, and the puzzles, I think the newspaper would be a waste of time.
Shouldn’t there be a law against gossiping. Especially when all your facts are wrong.
Ghosttowns hmmmm I have been to a couple to them (one several times) and have yet to see a ghost.
I have seen some people who look like they could be ghosts. Nothing a little sun wouldn’t cure. No, I am not taking off my shirt.
I was downtown yesterday soaking up the festivities of an average day. When all of a sudden I am sure I spotted Jason Bourne incognito.
You know what I like to do? I like to walk up to people at work and say something like…”I have had it up to here” I put my hand to my chin. Then I walk away. I don’t give ’em a chance to question what I am talking about.
If it wasn’t sor spel chek yuo wouoldnt be aple to ree a think i sade
Sometimes my fingers miss the keys, because sometimes, my mind goes faster than I can type. (Believe it or Not)