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Inane Story #973
So I was walking up the street and I see this hippie kid with something in his mouth. My goodness it turns out to be a pipe, the nice little hippie kid is getting stoned at 2 in the afternoon and then...just to add to the amusement of the kid's little jaunt/joint. A cop car drives by. Fortunately nothing happens, though there would have been some delight taken in the misfortune of others.
I love just walking along and seeing crazy things happening around me. Kind of makes things a little more interesting.
One time I was on the bus, and this lady near me says, "that rat bastard gave me crabs, and not the good kind." She said this in a rather loud voice so a good portion of the bus could hear it. No one said anything. She could have said, "Madison is the capitol of Wisconsin" and people would have just stared out the window or kept on reading the paper.
Something so loveable about the human race sometimes. I think it is the natural flair for non-sequitors.
I once read this nifty little book of cartoons. The captions were nothing but things the artist had over-heard in cafes, musuems and libraries.
One of my favorites ones, was "naked people don't wear shoes, how many times do I have to tell you."
Context just ruins the fun, doesn't it.
Tonight I think I am going to make omelettes for dinner, I am doing my damnest to get rid of all these damn eggs. I wonder if chickens ever get tired of laying eggs. I know I would.
And if that doesn't work...Angel Food Cake!
So I was walking up the street and I see this hippie kid with something in his mouth. My goodness it turns out to be a pipe, the nice little hippie kid is getting stoned at 2 in the afternoon and then...just to add to the amusement of the kid's little jaunt/joint. A cop car drives by. Fortunately nothing happens, though there would have been some delight taken in the misfortune of others.
I love just walking along and seeing crazy things happening around me. Kind of makes things a little more interesting.
One time I was on the bus, and this lady near me says, "that rat bastard gave me crabs, and not the good kind." She said this in a rather loud voice so a good portion of the bus could hear it. No one said anything. She could have said, "Madison is the capitol of Wisconsin" and people would have just stared out the window or kept on reading the paper.
Something so loveable about the human race sometimes. I think it is the natural flair for non-sequitors.
I once read this nifty little book of cartoons. The captions were nothing but things the artist had over-heard in cafes, musuems and libraries.
One of my favorites ones, was "naked people don't wear shoes, how many times do I have to tell you."
Context just ruins the fun, doesn't it.
Tonight I think I am going to make omelettes for dinner, I am doing my damnest to get rid of all these damn eggs. I wonder if chickens ever get tired of laying eggs. I know I would.
And if that doesn't work...Angel Food Cake!
