Well, it’s Sunday morning and I’m just getting started…buuuttt I’ve got all day to work on this while getting my chores done (Sunday is chores day) and watching TV. Right now, I just took care of the Willow Dragon who, now that she is fed and has been out is determined that playing fetch in the living room with me is the thing that MUST BE DONE RIGHT NOW!!! The fact that I’m working on the laptop makes no difference to her at all. So, if my sentences seem a little distracted, it’s only because I’m multitasking until she wears herself out and falls asleep beside me. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or six.
Izzy Dragon and Pepper are both asleep upstairs, well, it is only 0800 hrs. I’ve got the news on the TV and a fresh cup of coffee beside me, so I guess I’m as content as I can be. It’s been three weeks. I’m still here.
Hey! They just showed the boardwalk at Wildwood, New Jersey completely covered in snow on the news! Cool! A little piece of home “As Seen on TV.” And the Canadians are raising hell, as only the Canadians can…politely. I’m glad to see they are revolting against their Imperial Overlords, it’s long overdue. AND our own government says there’s no such thing as secret illegal alien flights while they are showing pictures of them on TV. And they wonder why their approval percent is at an all time low. How fucking stupid do they think we are? Don’t answer that. I know how stupid they think we are. It’s evidence every single day in the lies they tell and the policies they enact. Like Trump said the other day, we need to throw the bums out in November and replace them with good, strong, HONEST leadership.
Anyway, you guys didn’t come here to listen to me ramble on and on, on this Sunday morning … or maybe you did … and if so, you got your money’s worth. But, now it’s time to laugh. For all of us, so…
The perfect explanation as to why you won’t find me on Social Media. If I didn’t play darts, I wouldn’t even have a Facebook account. I have a Facebook account, like I said, for darts, and I have a Twitter account that I check for news during emergencies, for my job. I think that’s it. I know some guys in my position who have multiple social media accounts and work really well with them, I just never got to it.
Damn, and I thought dragons had it tough.
I may not have lost all my marbles yet, but there is a small hole in the bag somewhere.
I’m multitasking…
I can Listen, Ignore, and Forget all at the same time.
Of course we are! All you had to do was ask.
I don’t know how to us TikTok, but I can write in cursive, do long division, drive a stick shift, and tell time on clocks with hands…so there’s that.
“No, I don’t want to renew my car’s warranty!”
Thank goodness “Smoking In The Boys Room” was released in 1973. Had it been today, we’d have “Vaping In The Gender Neutral Area!”
Okay, I gotta thank Lynn for this one. I laughed out loud over this one. Well worth watching whether you are a fan or not.
I don’t understand why people have to “get ready” for bed. I’m always ready for bed.
Some call it multi-tasking, I call it doing something else while trying to remember what I was doing in the first place.
People who ask me what I’m doing tomorrow probably assume that I even know what day of the week it is.
Me: I am surprised at how winded I am by this exercise.
Personal Trainer: This was the tour of the gym.
I made a huge To-Do List for today.
I just can’t figure out who’s going to do it.
I used to teach this same technique to my new cooks back when I was managing restaurants.
What do we learn from cows, buffalos, and elephants?
It’s impossible to reduce weight by eating green grass and salads and walking.
The process of getting older is just one body part after another saying, “Ha, Ha, you think that’s bad? Watch this!”
A country that knows how to do things the right way.
Lying about my age is easier now that I have trouble remembering what it is.
great pics & vids
Thanks to Trish for this one. It means a lot. Bless you.
Here’s another good one…
My fondest childhood memory is thinking $20 is a lot of money.
And that’s it my friends. Love and happiness to you all. Until we meet again.
Well, I’m in the midst of governmental bureaucratic red-tape in regards to Mrs. Dragon’s life insurance, which I also found out is SIGNIFICANTLY less than I thought it was. Sigh. It is, what it is. Why in God’s name do they need a copy of my marriage license? They’ve known I was married and listed me as married and given me insurance as married and EVERYTHING else in my records has me listed as married as married, but now that she’s dead, they want a copy of our marriage license from 26 almost 27 bloody years ago!!!!!
And of course, I have no fracking idea where it is!
Why?
Because Mrs. Dragon always took care of that sort of thing!!!!
So, Izzy Dragon spent HOURS looking for it while I was at work. Searched “everywhere”. (Notice the quotes, they are important.)
I come home early from work, because it’s that damn important. And I know that Mrs. Dragon put a lot of important papers in this special box on the bottom shelf in our room. I ask Izzy Dragon, did you check in there?
Her reply is, “Yes, I took everything out of that box and put it back, just the way it was.”
I said, “Let’s look again.”
Izzy Dragon rolls her eyes, as only a 20 year-old female dragon can. I can actually hear them swirl as they clear the top lids.
I lower my arthritis laden, bad hip pain ensconced body to the floor and reach for the box that has several items on top of it. One of the items piled on top of said box is a small white box that, when opened contains …
… one each Wedding Certificate. As if Mrs. Dragon herself placed it there because she knew that would be the very first place I looked.
Izzy Dragon’s only observation? “I actually had to move that little box to get to the bigger one underneath and was very proud of myself that I remembered to put it back on top, right where I found it.”
We both laughed and then we both cried.
And then she spend a solid five minutes helping me up off the floor.
AND…
I got a call from the surgeon’s office today. They’ve released the restrictions on elective surgeries and they are ready to schedule my hip replacement. Which is a wonderful thing, because I hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but without Mrs. Dragon … I don’t have anyone to drive me home from the hospital, help me recover, drive me to physical therapy, or to any of the many follow on doctor appointments I’ll have after the surgery. Plus, I’m a little busy right now. So, I explained the situation to the nice young man who called and politely declined. He politely said that he would move my file down in the stack and call me back in a couple of weeks, but the doctor said I was important and to get me scheduled…and you don’t argue with the doctor.
So fuck!
And that’s been my day. Yeah…like that. So, today. let’s take the world’s bullshit and toss it right in the trash where it belongs and chase it all away with laughter.
RIGHT
FUCKING
NOW!
Just NO!, dammit!
Our dear friend of the show, Aussie Pete, sent the following:
PARANOIA OR COINCIDENCE ?????
I had an interesting thing happen to me twice within a couple of days.
I was handed change for a banknote at two separate shops and both times I was short-changed. Hmmmmmm.
Both times it was a teenager and I was wondering with the proliferation of ‘Social Media’ is it possible that people ( particularly teens ) could be posting nefarious advice suggesting older folk don’t check their change and you can earn good money by short-changing them.
PARANOIA OR COINCIDENCE ?????
Anyway, either way, be advised , always check your change.
P.
I have another theory, although I do believe you may also be correct, but it also may be that our young people today are just incapable of counting back change correctly. And this comes from the dad with a daughter who is incapable of counting back change correctly, even sometimes when the cash register tells her how much change TO count back correctly.
The man entered his home and was absolutely delighted when he discovered someone had stolen every lamp in the house.
That is wrong in SO many ways!!!! But, it’s also funny, so I have to use it! Damn!
And sometimes, that really sucks.
Wanted: Someone to hand feed me Doritos so my fingers don’t get orange. No weirdos.
And you learned not to look like a fucking idiot!
After 10 years, a wife started to think their child looks kind of strange so she did a DNA test and found out the child is not theirs, she told her husband what she found out and the husband replied, “You don’t remember, do you? When we left the hospital the baby pooped and you told me go and change him, so I went inside, got a clean one, and left the dirty one there.”
The wife fainted.
And it’s happening a lot more often lately.
One day you’ll find someone that is obsessed with you.
It’s probably going to be a dog, but it is what it is.
But, maybe you’ll be one of the blessed few and it will be a dragon!
Me: Alexa, remind me to go to the gym.
Alexa: I have added Gin to your shopping list.
Me: Close enough.
I think senility is going to be a fairly smooth transition for me.
You know how they throw the ball into the crowd after they win the game?
That’s not allowed in bowling.
I know that now.
My favorite part of attending a marathon is watching the reaction of runners who grab my plastic cup of vodka.
Cable repairman was on my street and asked me what time it was. I told him it was between 8 am and 1 pm.
I was going to cook alligator for dinner, but realized I only had a croc pot.
Brad lives in California. He was sick of the world, Covid19,Trump, Russian belligerence, China, global warming, racial tensions,and the rest of the disturbing stories that occupy media headlines.
Brad drove his car into his garage and then sealed every doorway andwindow as best he could. He got back into his car and wound up allthe windows, selected his favorite radio station, started the car andrevved it to a slow idle.
Two days later, a worried neighbor peered through his garage windowand saw him in the car. She notified the emergency services and theybroke in, pulling Brad from the car.
A little sip of water and, surprisingly, he was in perfect condition.
But his Tesla had a dead battery.
Brad is a registered California Democrat.
I still can’t believe we don’t have world peace after changing the names and pictures on pancake boxes and syrup bottles.
I asked a supermarket worker where they kept the tinned peaches. He said, “I’ll see,” and walked away. I asked another and he also said, “I’ll see,” and walked away.
In the end I gave up and found them myself, in Aisle C.
Not many of them today…but a few…
People ask me, “Why are you single? You’re attractive, intelligent, and creative.”
My reply is, “I’m overqualified.”
Every day I wake up and begin the 16 hour process of getting ready for bed.
With so many things coming back in style…
I can’t wait until Morals and Intelligence become a trend again.
And on THAT note, that ought to be a good place to put an end to this episode of Dragon Laffs. It has definitely been a tough week my friends. Thanks to all of you who continue to offer me support, both emotionally and monetarily. I deeply appreciate it. I am wiped out. Izzy Dragon is at work and I have to go pick her up in a bit, I’ve got my homework assignment to work on, I should just relax. I think tonight, of all nights, I would have a cold glass of that Jameson that’s been calling my name since my dearest departed my presence … but I haven’t. Not one little bit. The truth of the matter is that I’m afraid to. I think if I do, I’m not sure that I’ll stop. When it’s time, I’ll tip the glass like the right proper Irish (adopted) dragon that I am in loving respect to me departed wife. But, now is not the time. Because now it wouldn’t be a tipping of the glass, now it would be a diving in the pool. And I can’t do that to Izzy. And I can’t do that to myself. And that’s not being respectful to Mary and she wouldn’t want that for me, either.
And now I’m friggin’ crying again, so I’m just going to say my love to you all and happiest wishes to you each, until we meet again.
I’d like to start today’s episode by making a very special thank you to those of you who have made a donation to me through Dragon Laffs. I know that there are also those of you who have made donations through Izzy Dragons Go Fund Me site, but since I’m not allowed to see that (she cut me completely out and has just been putting the money aside) I can only offer you guys a generic, but heartfelt thank you. But to those of you who have made donations through Dragon Laffs … you know … I am going to offer each of you my most heartfelt and honest thank you as well. But, this is not like donations for paying the bills each year where I can use your names to generate more income, this is something you’ve done out of the goodness of your heart and I’m just going to say thank you. It is sorely needed and deeply, DEEPLY appreciated.
I finally got my car back out of the shop yesterday. Two-weeks to the day from the day it went in the shop. This may sound horrible, but it was the first thing I thought of when I got the bill. The car cost eighty-seven dollars and two cents more to fix than it did for Mrs. Dragon’s funeral and services. And I have no idea why I thought of it that way.
I had my first counseling session today and was given a homework assignment. I’m supposed to read a book called: Where is God When it Hurts? by Philip Yancey. So, I just downloaded and will start reading it tonight. I’ll let you guys know what I think.
Anyway, I was taking the dogs out last night and stupid Willow dragon knocked me on my ass in the snow! The perfect thing for a guy with two bad hips to go through. And I got a shitty nights sleep last night because my hip was bothering me enough to keep me awake. And since Izzy Dragon is not working tonight, I don’t have to wait up for her or go and pick her up after work, I may call it a night early tonight. We’re supposed to have wind chills down to negative eighteen degrees tonight, so it’s gonna be a COLD one.
And now, it’s time for this:
Did you hear about the Preschool teacher who was helping one of the children put on his boots?
He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on.
By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.
She almost cried when the little boy said, “Miss, they’re on the wrong feet.”
She looked, and sure enough, they were.
It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on.
She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet.
He then announced, “These aren’t my boots.” She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, ‘Why didn’t you say so?’ like she wanted to.
Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet.
No sooner had they gotten the boots off when he said, “They’re my brother’s boots. My mom made me wear them.”
Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry.
But, she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.
Helping him into his coat, she asked, “Now, where are your gloves?”
He said, “I stuffed them into the toes of my boots”.
You know that’s Walmart…it HAS to be!
When I moved in to my new igloo, my friends threw me a surprise house warming party.
Now I’m homeless.
I want to thank Leah dearly for sending this one along…
So very, very true!
Dear Jeff Dunham, Please stop by the Whitehouse and pick up your dummy. This isn’t funny anymore.
Seamus went on a safari with his wife and mother-in-law.
One morning, the wife awakes to find her mother missing. In a worried state, she wakes up Seamus and they both go looking for her!
Suddenly they come to a clearing, where they find the mother-in-law standing face-to-face with a ferocious lion!
“Quick darling, do something!” screams the wife!
“Oh no, no” says Seamus. “The lion got himself into this mess, he can get himself out!”
My nephew’s got a new part-time job.
Playing hide-and-go-seek with the fairies can be devastatingly difficult at times.
And we DON’T wear masks. They burn right off.
I love putting on warm underwear, fresh out of the dryer. Plus it’s fun to look around the laundromat and guess who they belong to.
No shit! Although, you did get your picture taken and sent around the internet so you can look like an idiot in front of (hopefully) millions of people. Fucking moron.
Thanks to Lynn for sending this great little essay.
THINGS THAT DRIVE ME CRAZY
By E.P. Unum
January 5, 2022
Welcome to Year 3 of the Chinese Virus. Here are some thoughts as we begin a new year under the Biden Build Back Broke Disintegration Plan:
— According to the American Petroleum Institute, we have enough oil in North America to fuel every single passenger car and long-haul truck for the next 430 years. We have enough natural gas to provide electricity for every business and household for the next 535 years and enough coal to provide electricity for about 500 years. So, don’t you think that in 430 years we will have developed alternative fuel sources? Why then did Joe Biden sacrifice America’s energy independence, cease all exploration for oil and gas, abandon pipeline development and drive up prices of gasoline, heating oil, and jet fuel and make us once again dependent on foreign oil?
— Isn’t it curious that in some states like California, Washington, Illinois, and New York, shoplifting of items less than $950 is not a crime but the Biden Build Back Better Spendalooza calls for hiring 87,000 IRS agents to monitor individual banking transactions of $600 or more? Fascinating.
— We recently celebrated Christmas a week or so ago. Some neighbors refused to shout “Ho, Ho Ho” for fear that it might be insulting to Vice President Kamala Harris. No joke!
— I earned a B in college Chemistry and a C in Organic Chemistry, so I am not an authority on the subject. But someone needs to educate me as to how we are going to produce all the batteries needed to facilitate a transition away from fossil fuels to battery-driven vehicles when the basic ingredients for batteries are all found in rare minerals such as lithium, cobalt, and zinc and others, all of which must be mined in countries not exactly friendly to us. Also, if you have ever driven on the Cross Bronx Expressway or the 405 in Southern California and were stuck in traffic, how exactly will the repair truck reach a disabled vehicle before their battery dies…along with the batteries of all the other vehicles in traffic?
— When will construction start to build the 500,000 battery charging stations Joe Biden told us about? Where will they be situated? Won’t they be powered by burning fossil fuels?
— I’m trying to wrap my head around all the dire predictions about how arctic ice is melting at an extraordinary rate thus contributing to rising sea levels which will prove catastrophic according to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, the bartender, turned Congresswoman. Then I note that Barack Hussein Obama purchased a $12 million waterfront home on Martha’s Vineyard. This is in addition to the multi-million-dollar home he owns in Washington D.C. Now, who does that if you believe the oceans are rising? Barack Obama is many things, but he is not stupid. Could this climate change thing be a bit of false hysteria?
— If you ever feel like you haven’t accomplished anything, try to remember that it took 20 years, trillions of dollars and four Presidents to replace the Taliban in Afghanistan with……….the Taliban.
— If you feel your job is hard and you are unappreciated, think about the poor slob who serves as the sign language interpreter for Joe Biden.
— Let me try to understand this: we can’t seem to find illegals to deport, but we can sure find them to give them money! How does that work?
— Do you know a major difference between animals and humans? Animals would never allow the dumbest one to lead the pack.
— I saw a photo of Joe Biden enjoying a large ice cream cone. The thought that ran through my head was, it must be nice to eat ice cream as fast as you want and not have to worry about brain freezes.
— If there was a barnyard election, the pigs would always vote for the person that feeds them and gives them treats, even though that same person is going to slaughter them someday. That same philosophy is the very definition of socialism.
— Memo to Generation Z and the Woke Generation: The Stars and Stripes that fly over our Nation’s Capital and are draped over the coffins of our honored dead who sacrificed their lives to keep us free, is my Flag. I will never apologize for it. The Flag does not stand for skin color, race, or religion. It stands for freedom. Never forget that!
Remember laughing at Michael Jackson for wearing a mask and gloves? Now you’re all out here looking like you wanna be starting something.
When I see chocolate, I hear two voices in my head. One says, “Eat the chocolate.” The other says, “You heard her, eat the chocolate.”
Score remains, Eagle 1, Drone 0
A new airplane made entirely from rubber polymers will not crash! It just bounces! It is patented by Boeing, Boeing, Boeing…
When someone says, “Expect the unexpected.” Slap them and say, “You didn’t expect that, did you?”
And that’s it my friends and family. Love and happiness to you all.
As most, if not all of you know, my dear Mrs. Dragon’s services were a week ago and I can honestly say that I felt all of your good wishes and prayers for myself and Izzy Dragon. Thank you all very much for that. I’ve tried several times this week to get back to DL and you guys, but I just couldn’t. I’m still waiting to get my car back from the shop. The last I heard, which was Thursday, they were waiting on parts and then it would be a few days of hard work. Looks like the car is going to come in at about 2 arms and a leg. But, what am I going to do. Gotta have a vehicle or I can’t work. I feel bad because I’ve got a borrowed vehicle and it was only supposed to be for a couple of days and now it’s been over a week!
Damn!
I wasn’t going to come in today and bitch and moan, but you guys are family and if you can’t bring your concerns up to family then who can you?
I told my daughter, “Go to bed, the cows are sleeping in the field.” She said, “What’s that got to do with anything?” I replied, “That means it’s pasture bedtime.”
And the sad thing is, so many of you young ones won’t get that one.
“I see a lot of people visiting your lair…dressed in armor and carrying weapons…and trying to steal your horde of gold.”
The same boiling water that softens the potato also hardens the egg. It’s about what you are made of, not the circumstances.
“Okay, here’s the plan, we are going to dress in armor, bring weapons, go to this lair where there is this dragon and steal his treasure horde.”
My son wants to study burrowing rodents… I told him to Gopher it.
I tried to re-marry my ex-wife. But she figured out I was only after my money.
Just a heads-up for everyone sending me “pass-it-on” messages… I am where your messages come to die…
Here’s a couple of special ones for my Marine brothers out there.
EVER!!!
Ever notice how some people talk louder when they drink? That’s why alcohol content is listed by volume.
Cop: So, I’m writing you a ticket for driving alone in the car pool lane.
Me: You’re going to feel really stupid when you look in my trunk.
Where was the first chicken fried?
In Greece
With this country divided, I am glad I’m on the side that has the most guns and knows what bathroom to use.
I’d like to thank my across the street neighbor who just rang my front bell to tell me that she “just had to tell me that the front of my car (the borrowed car) had a big smile on the front of it because of the snow and she just had to get bundled up and run across the street and tell me.” Now, I’ve lived here for about 6 1/2 years and have never met her before because they actually live across the street and down the way a little bit and we live on a state highway and have just never met them before. But, she was just SO cheerful and just SO happy to point this out to me, that it just put a big smile on my face … and … she’s right, the car DOES have a smile on it’s face:
And this is our first snow of the season. And Willow Dragon thinks it’s the greatest thing since … well … EVER!
I’ve been in bed for 20 minutes and I’ve just remembered, I only came upstairs for a pen.
A mosquito just landed on my husband’s face…
Easiest decision of my life.
Me: [talking on phone] Can I have a pizza with liver and onions please?
Pizza Guy: We don’t do liver.
Me: [hand over phone, whispering to wife] I thought you said they do the liver?
Wife: I said they do deliver.
Me: Not according to this guy.
I went to the doctors with hearing problems. He said, “Can you describe the symptoms?”
I said, “Homer’s a fat bloke and Marge has blue hair.”
I don’t need a personal trainer so much as I need someone to follow me around and slap unhealthy foods out of my hand.
I think my dog always follows me to the bathroom because I always follow him outside and he thinks that’s the way it works.
This Year, 2022 …….. both Groundhog Day and the State of the Union address will occur on the same day.
This is an ironic juxtaposition of events.
One involves a meaningless ritual in which we look to an insignificant creature of little intelligence for prognostication...
The other involves a groundhog
AGAIN…some of you ain’t gonna get it. Mostly of the younger persuasion.
And another one.
Van Gogh’s Family Tree
– His dizzy aunt – Verti Gogh
– The brother who ate prunes – Gotta Gogh
– The brother who worked at a convenience store – Stop an Gogh
– The grandfather from Yugoslavia – U Gogh
– The cousin from Illinois – Chica Gogh
– His magician uncle – Where-diddy Gogh
– His Mexican cousin – A mee Gogh
– The Mexican cousin’s American half-brother – Ring Gogh
– The nephew who drove a stage coach – Wells-far Gogh
– The constipated uncle – Cant Gogh
– The ballroom dancing aunt – Tang Gogh
– The bird lover uncle – Flaming Gogh
– His nephew psychoanalyst – E Gogh
– The fruit loving cousin – Man Gogh
– An aunt who taught positive thinking – Way-to Gogh
– The little bouncy nephew – Poe Gogh
– A sister who loved disco – Go Gogh
– And his niece who traveled the country in a van – Winnie Bay Gogh
I hope this was an enjoyable issue for everyone. It did help to lighten my mood a bit. I know I have some rough days ahead of me, but I also know that with your help I’ll be able to get through them easier than without your help. May your day be filled with laughter and joy and may you peace and love fill your hearts. And rather than schedule this for tomorrow, I believe I will just post this now for delivery since it’s been a while since one has gone out. Then maybe we’ll get back on schedule for Thursday.
So, we are going to try a little preemptive humor and request for prayers. It’s quite possible that while a lot of you are reading this, especially if you are reading this later than it’s published, that Izzy Dragon and I may be going through Mrs. Dragon’s funeral Mass and after … ceremony (whatever that ends up looking like). I say that because I’m not sure what that’s going to look like because her family, that is, her side of the family is setting that up. Anyway, if you are not busy at 2 pm eastern time on Monday and happen to think about it, or anytime say from 2 to 4 you might send up some good thoughts for Izzy and myself to help us through, it would be deeply appreciated.
Okay, now to the preemptive humor part. We’re going to try to throw some laughter in here right now, because Mary loved to laugh. Well, that’s kind of a silly thing to say, isn’t it? Doesn’t everyone love to laugh?
Not really.
At least, not in my limited experience.
I’ve actually met people who DON’T want to laugh. And of course, I’ve made it my goal to, at the very least, get a smile out of them. And a real smile, not a smirk, or a fake, get out of my face, get rid of you, smile. And I must say, I’ve been probably 90% successful. And I don’t think that’s so bad.
So without TOO much further ado, why don’t we …
Boy, ain’t that the truth! There’s nothing funnier than someone getting upset over something that was meant as a joke and ALL the rest of us KNOW is a joke, but some moron is going to be “offended” or “upset” by it.
Me: I need a doctor’s appointment.
Receptionist: Okay [checks bookings] How about 10 tomorrow?
Me: No, I don’t need that many.
Me: Hey, can I get a cheap shot?
Bartender: You’re ugly and no one loves you.
Me: I didn’t ask for a double.
Bartender: On the house.
We’ve been around people so much lately, we definitely need those shots.
Flu? COVID?
Nope. Tequila.
Wood Carving of my Great, Great Grandfather Hysterical Dragon
I never realized how funny I was until I started talking to myself.
Yup, gonna need one of those.
I’ve been disgusted before, but not like this…
Decided to try magnetic lashes. Now my eyelid is stuck to the fridge.
If we started burying the dead with their shoelaces tied together, we wouldn’t have to worry about a zombie apocalypse anymore.
Realized I had to pee Got up and walked to the pantry…forgot why I was going to the pantry. Remembered I had to pee so went to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet remembered why I was going to the pantry…to get toilet paper.
I may not be the best looking or the funniest out there, but let me tell you something…I’m also not the smartest.
Just an aside here…thanks to Leah, Joe, Stephanie, Pete, and all the rest of you that I can’t possibly remember right now who have and continue to send me encouraging words in emails and comments. They mean a whole lot and help more than I can say.
Man, I really love my furniture…me and my recliner go way back.
I’m pretty sure I only need one more bad decision and I’ll own the whole set.
And that my friends is it for tonight if I’m going to have this ready for tomorrow. Keep us in your prayers for the day, I think we’re going to need it. Love and happiness to you all.
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