|If you look closely, you can see that my nose really is out of joint.|
|"Hey! Leave me out of this, you whiner! |
I got enough problems."
In the picture I posted, the fuzzy little lunatic bemoans the fact that he must have left his day planner in a pair of pants at 'Death To America Dry Cleaners.' Mark commented that he hoped the profits from such a venture would go to promoting death in America.
|"Me, too, yew crayshy pieesh a baloney, ya...huh, ossifer? |
Don't yew know hoo eye am? I'm...huh?
Yep, a STAR! Hellloooo! Parent Trap? Freaky Friday?
Big Fat Liar? No, wait. That wush Amanda Bynes.
Never mind that Mark offered a sincere apology. He said that he, above most people, abhors violence. And that's true. He's a good guy who meant no harm.
Then, it came back to whether I was really having any fun. For a couple days I wasn't. The world today is so full of hatred (and not just at the NFL replacement referees). Especially in my country right now there is so much vitriol (NOTE: snooty, pretentious term for "douchery." NOTE #2: "Douchery" is NOT a real word). Obama sucks, Romney sucks, Michelle has a fat ass, etc etc. (NOTE: two of the preceding are true), I just felt down.
Then, after reading your comments, I decided I didn't want to go away, after all. I decided that I'm really having a good time here. And I hope you're having fun reading this. Although, you may want to rethink things.
So, at the risk of droning on and on (I know, too late), I wanted to 'splain myself before I once more launch into tales of piss heel creme, old man toe, testosterone gel (that's coming), and Canadian Thanksgiving.
Thanks again for bringing me back.
I hope you don't regret it.
|Spelled like it sounds. |
Like last week, I would be remiss if I didn't mention an important date in the Jewish calendar which not only recognizes a solemn event, but gives me a day off from work: Yom Kippur or Day of Atonement.
On Rosh Hashanah, God inscribes each person's fate in the Book of Life (NOTE: and here you thought Life was just a board game or breakfast cereal. Now you know). He (sigh...it's always 'he") waits until Yom Kippur to seal the verdict (sort of like a divine replay booth). However, Jews try to seek forgiveness during the Days of Awe in an effort to avoid damnation or getting served a briscuit that's "a little off" at the Feinman Bar Mitzvah.
|"Enough with the praying, already. I get it. I'm sorry.|
I gotta catch that new Adam Sandler movie."
In fact, from what I gather, it's not even completely appropriate to wish someone a "Happy" Yom Kippur. That's like saying "Happy" Memorial Day or "Happy" Day Kennedy Was Shot.
But, I did wish people a happy day off tomorrow.