Radio question of the day: About 60 percent of women hate it when a man does this at night?
My real life has been seriously interfering with my blogging life. Been busy this week and it's only half-over. Letting this happen to me is about as silly as owing money to somebody named Big Daddy. Shouldn't happen.
It's like picking up a penny because it's lucky. I mean how lucky is finding a dirty, germ-infested, just-about-worthless piece of metal on a street with cars coming at you at 60 miles-per-hour?
It's like loving your enemies. I don't know who came up with this silly idea, but I know I hate him, whoever he is. That guy.
It's like obsessing about low self-esteem. I mean you probably already think you're smarter and cuter than you really are. So what's the problem?
It's like tipping a cow. Okay, this is fun, but it serves no socially redeeming purpose. Tip an outhouse instead. This is really funny and serves many socially redeeming functions.
It's like living in a parallel universe. I would stick with this one, but that's just me.
Gonna run. I'm late to two places already.
Answer to radio question of the day: Steals the bed sheets. You guys. Stop that.