I need to write something happy. Silly. Something to get over the hump of sadness I have been feeling this last month. A couple snippets from today…
I dropped off my car for repairs this morning and was given a rental car. Went to work and my brain turned into mush. Left work…er, tried to leave work. I could not remember what kind of car they gave me. And worse…no clue where I parked. Finally, I realized I had kept the paperwork in my bag and learned it was a Silver-Honda- Accord. Do you know how many silver cars there are!? Do you know how many Silver-Accords there are!? Not fun.
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On the way home, I came across a wreck. Actually it was just a broken down car, one nice dude helping broken-down dude push his car to the side of the road. But nice dude forgot a belt. As he was pushing, imagine it, pants meet knees. {hello whitey-tighties} I swear I have never laughed so hard while stopped at an intersection!
But the thing is, the tighties were not very whitey. So I get home and ask Fred, do whitey-tighties come in nude…he doesn’t wear them – but being male I assume he knows these things. I learn they come in black, white and colors like the Michael Jordan commercials. And well, I have concluded that nice dude’s undies were well worn in…especially given I could see butt crack through the near mesh fabric. Hey, maybe nice dude is just taking going green to the extreme. But I can pretty much guarantee two things: 1. he’s not gay, and 2. he’s not married!
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