S’trewth be told, the old man said, “I’m sorry I’m old but it’s better than dead.”
Ol George (George Herbert Walker Bush, that is) said t’other day that all his friends were dying alphabetically. I remember like it was yesterday when he said he didn’t like brocolli ‘n since he was President of the USA he didn’t see why he should have to eat something that he didn’t like. ‘N brocolli farmers ‘n health nuts marched on Washington ‘n threatened to secede from the Union ‘n the State of South Carolina offered to fire the first shot.....at least, it went sumthin’ like that as near as I c’n recall....he’s 88 or 87 years old ‘n likes to skydive on his b’days ‘n there’s just a ‘hull lot of people that’d like the chance to throw anybody named George Bush out of an airplane...we c’d sell lottery tickets ‘n put all the money raised against the national debt... that’s what I’d call redistributing the wealth....
ah well, it’s just a tho’t......
Parson Vic told me that multiple seers ‘n predictors agreed that the world as we know it is going to end in 2012...none of us here was around when the world (as we know it) began but if we could stick around ‘til it ended, at least we c’d get some closure......
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