I’ve personally wondered how getting one’s bootie on the floor tonight can enhance someone else’s day. Is it a delayed gratification that happens after the next sunrise?

“Dude, no one calls you that either.”

Those are the things that bite. Count me out - too dangerous

Starting with the notebook company, whose product wasn’t as nice as advertised.

Sorry, I already used the coupon code allowing me to buy one and buy a different one.

Oh dear - I can imagine the calamity that would cause…”Which Mona is the real one? See the possible twins coming to a town near you!”
Flocks of myopic art lovers…my privacy gone.

I, as a bald man, am constantly being confused with the Mona Lisa. It’s not until I remind people that I:
- am three dimensional
- rarely wear brown
- have nicer nostrils
that they see the difference.
It’s kind of exhausting

Someone wrote “don’t ever change”, so here I am, 40 years later, with acne, oily hair, and Jordache jeans with a comb in the back pocket 😉