I’m getting to the point in life where drag and drop is how I get through the day instead of
something you do on a computer.
The song “The Girl From Ipanema” makes me want to buy guns.
I can’t listen to Patsy Kline singing “I go walking, after midnight” without wanting to
scream, “She’s asking for it!”
I’m post geek, but pre-AARP.
My computer is slow, but it gives me a chance to catch up on things while I’m waiting for it to boot, like finish college.
One should never have more icons on their desktop thoughts in their head.
I have never discovered the delicious difference of bison, used a shamwow, or put a kinoki pad on the bottom of my foot. God, I have to stop watching infomercials.
Two young women overheard talking in a coffee shop: #1Sarah is so stupid. #2 She can’t be that stupid, she’s not pregnant. #1That’s because I wait for her to fall asleep and punch her really hard in the stomach.
My latest joke: What did the abominable snow man say when asked if he was ready to go? Not yeti.