Sometimes, you just gotta laugh:
Sometimes, you just gotta laugh:
NOTE: To you-know-who, don’t let Jason ever read this.
So, as many of you know, I drive a shuttle bus in a part of town, all day, five days a week. Actually, I drive from one town to another and back, which is funny when you consider I just drive one mile each direction.
Anyway, both these towns are home to some very well-to-do people.
Which, as occurred to me today, explains the prevalence of pickup trucks rolling through the neighborhood, advertising pet poop pickup service.
I wouldn’t lie about something like this, although “pet poop pickup” is kinda fun to say, I must admit.
I mean, obviously, these well-off folks would never stoop (literally) to doing such a vulgar, disgusting chore so, thank God, there is someone available to do it for them.
Naturally, this raises a few questions:
MOE: How’s business?
CURLY: Oh, it’s picking up, how about you?
MOE: Oh, I’m cleaning up, man!
I obviously have way too much time to think.
He literally had the world laughing at him Tuesday.
Speaking before the United Nations General Assembly, President donald trump broke the crowd of world leaders up with this surefire knee-slapper:
“In less than two years, my administration has accomplished more than almost any administration in the history of our country,”
Oh, that line just killed.
The assembled world leaders started laughing at him. Laughing at him!
Just think of that. The sheer spectacle of the President of the United States being laughed at in the United Nations.
To which he somewhat sheepishly rejoined: “Didn’t expect that reaction, but that’s okay.” (yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk…)
Probably expected a thunderous ovation. Maybe a parade around the U.N. building.
No. The leaders of the world treated him like it was Open Mic Night at the Improv.
Because they know a joke when they hear one. And when they see one.
We need a President who won’t be a laughing stock to the entire World.
Donald Trump tweet, 2014
I gotta say, you dudes just crack me up when you stare at your cellphone, even while standing at the urinal in the men’s room.
Really, my man? You really can’t break away long enough to simply take a leak? What are you watching, a how-to video?
Frankly, I’m surprised you found the urinal. You could very well be peeing on the bathroom wall and have no idea. Or even found one where someone’s already standing, and right now, you’re ruining his new pants which DIDN’T COME CHEAP, PAL!
Besides, this looks like a dangerous practice to me. What if you drop that phone?
Myself, I think I would just leave it there and go buy a new one.
Maybe you have more confidence in your grip than I do. (On the phone, I mean.)
Look, guys, I know it’s a boring chore but, come on, we’ve done it for centuries without needing the entertainment of a phone. Just pause whatever you’re doing on there and take care of business, for Pete’s sake. It’s safer, not to mention, less stressful. For me, that is.
Which makes me wonder something else…
Do you fellas even put that phone down long enough for sex?
I mean, we’re talking roughly the same amount of time, right?
Ten years ago this month, we brought these two adorable bundles of joy home from the animal shelter:
We don’t know their exact date of birth, but they were estimated to have arrived late March/early April. These two sisters. Lizzy and Izzy, as we so cleverly named them.
They looked so much alike, we put a drop of white-out on Izzy’s head, so we could tell who was who. (Not even noticing that Lizzy, as she does today, had more white hair in her little ears.)
We’d only planned to adopt one cat, but when we learned these two were sisters…well, we just couldn’t break them up, you know?
And, like any two sisters, they have their own individual personalities, along with their times of getting along and not getting along.
Mostly, thank goodness, they get along.
And they have given us so much joy in these ten years. We can’t imagine life without them.
I wrote part of this while sitting on the couch with my feet propped up and Izzy lying comfortably between my legs. Life is good.
Izzy is definitely Daddy’s Girl. She runs to greet me when I get home from work, accompanied by her audio stream of “Meow”, which she can say about a hundred different ways. She’s probably the most eloquent “meower” I’ve ever met. I don’t know what all those meows mean, but I think they all have the same basic subtext: “Give me ATTENTION!”
Although she may be Daddy’s Girl, Izzy is Mama’s Sleeping Buddy. She’ll come get in bed with us at night and, though she may visit Dad for awhile, she eventually gravitates to Mom and lies down next to her, because she knows Mom will cover her in a blanket, so she can stay good and warm while she sleeps. Only thing is, if you ask Mom, she’ll say Izzy takes up too much space in the bed. She’s sweet, but she’s a bedhog.
And, in the morning, brother, that girl is ready to eat! (Izzy, I mean, not Mom. Well, maybe, Mom, too.) You had best get her some breakfast right away. Fortunately, she’s not picky; pretty much anything you set in front of her will do. But you will hear from her until she gets it.
Izzy always wants to be where we are: in bed with us at night, on the couch with us while we watch TV…whatever you’ve heard about cats being antisocial, she ain’t that.
One thing about the couch, though: she gets up on top and lays there while she whips us in the head with her swishing tail. Gets a little annoying. Well, not when she does it to my wife, just me.
Then there’s Lizzy, Mama’s Baby. Our quiet girl. Relatively speaking, anyway. She has gotten a lot more vocal than she used to be, we’ve noticed. Used to just be a cute little peep now and then, but she’s, um, found her voice now.
She’s slightly bigger than Izzy, so we call Lizzy our “full-figured kitty.” Like I said before, she’s still got the white hair in her ears. And whiskers that go nearly to the floor. Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but not much.
Lizzy’s much choosier than Izzy about where you may pet her. Izzy’s basically an “anywhere, anytime” gal, but Lizzy prefers Mom’s closet. Sometimes Dad’s. No, I’m serious. I guess she wants privacy; she wants to feel like there’s no other cat but her in our world. They can both get pretty jealous of our attention.
And Lizzy never passes up an opportunity. When she hears one of us get up from the couch, that’s her cue to come from wherever she is in the house to the living room, where she will shamelessly try to guilt someone into taking her to the closet for some well-deserved petting. Shameless, I tell you!
Oh, and Lizzy and Izzy both love weekends; Mom and Dad are home, instead of at work all day, so they have more time to pet those kitties!! And these girls will take full advantage of that. Hey, can you blame them?
Well obviously, I could just go on about these two. They’re our precious babies, and we love them so much. We’re happy they are in our lives, and we sure hope they are a while longer.
One last thing: Studies have shown the benefits for people with depression and anxiety of having a pet, and I can definitely vouch for the wonderful “kitty therapy” I’ve received from our girls. You listen to the blissful purring of a cat sometime, and tell me it doesn’t just make your heart melt.
Or, if it doesn’t, don’t tell me. I’d rather not know.
Do yourself a huge favor: Go to your local animal shelter and find somebody (cat, dog, whatever you choose) that’s so anxious to give you all the unconditional love he or she has to give. I guarantee, you’ll gain a new best friend.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty…
Got 12 seconds? Listen to this kitty…
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