Read a book or something. I'm lazy and I have nothing to say.
Except that I am lazy. Which I just said. So I have nothing to say apart from the fact that I am lazy.
And sleepy.
I'm always sleepy. I think it has something to do with the fact that I rarely sleep more than four hours on a weeknight.
A couple of days ago, I saw a huge billboard, one covered with huge pictures of scantily clad models. And all I could think off was, “Why do they look so pissed off?” It was more than slightly unnerving.(Yes, it was. Even given my oft mentioned fantasy of two super models and butter. Lots of butter.) A horde of thirty foot tall women staring down balefully at me. Maybe they were hungry? They certainly looked hungry. Maybe, given their advanced state of starvation I looked like something that would be vaguely edible with a side of ketchup and a dash of pepper.
(If you now have an image of me covered in ketchup and pepper, I apologize. Or maybe you I should not? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink say no more?)
I get this strange urge to thank ATMs when they dispense money. It seems like the polite thing to do, and I’m a polite kind of guy.
Maybe I should thank the billboards.
Except that I am lazy. Which I just said. So I have nothing to say apart from the fact that I am lazy.
And sleepy.
I'm always sleepy. I think it has something to do with the fact that I rarely sleep more than four hours on a weeknight.
A couple of days ago, I saw a huge billboard, one covered with huge pictures of scantily clad models. And all I could think off was, “Why do they look so pissed off?” It was more than slightly unnerving.(Yes, it was. Even given my oft mentioned fantasy of two super models and butter. Lots of butter.) A horde of thirty foot tall women staring down balefully at me. Maybe they were hungry? They certainly looked hungry. Maybe, given their advanced state of starvation I looked like something that would be vaguely edible with a side of ketchup and a dash of pepper.
(If you now have an image of me covered in ketchup and pepper, I apologize. Or maybe you I should not? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink say no more?)
I get this strange urge to thank ATMs when they dispense money. It seems like the polite thing to do, and I’m a polite kind of guy.
Maybe I should thank the billboards.
2 comments:
I guess the seductive/mysterious look of 6' women is not working for you.
May have something to do with that visit to the gynecologist ...
:p
a) Hah?
b) Six foot women I can deal with. Thirty foot I cannot.
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