There are days like this in the universe where everything is my fault. Can't find your car keys? My fault. Russia invades Georgia and keeps troops active after they promised to withdraw? My bad. Your star implodes a few million years earlier than predicted because of the presence of too many mini-black holes? Look no father, it's me. The coach-a-bower drives by? Yeah, they probably asked me for directions because Google screwed up.
It's one of those days.
5 comments:
No no no!
It's JIM'S fault! Everything!
He's the... umm... jerk?
The right-handers of the world are just trying to hang it all on you because you're a leftie.
Of course, in Jim's case, they are more than justified. After all, he swears like a sailor and he's a tree snob. Not only that, but he's PROUD OF IT.
You, on the other hand, embrace diversity (at least biodiversity)and I cannot recall ever hearing you swear. :-D
Random Michelle K, well, Jim is a jerk, but not everything can be his fault. I mean, sure, he's working on being Universal Emperor, but still a guy has to sleep.
Sheila, well, he was a sailor. It was kinda part and parcel of the whole sailor gig. And yeah, tree snob.
I try not to swear too much. I reserve it to swear for effect.
Hold it a minute. Did I say "sailor"? I should have said "Yankee sailor."
My dad was in the Royal Navy, and in the 26 years he was with me, I heard him swear exactly twice: once when he broke a bone and another time when he cut himself and he needed his hand stitched back together.
Sorry, Dad. I should have been more specific.
Sheila, I was there with ya, but then I know your Dad served in Her Majesty's Royal Navy.
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