This week at our school we are taking the standardized tests known as the Iowas. They happen to be the most boring tests to ever exist. I am only two days in and I am already bored out of my mind. They stink like bad doo-doo. I can't wait until they are over.
Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Saturday, March 02, 2013
Demand a Flan
The funny part about Mojo's dream is how he got halfway through the telling of it when Alane interjected, "So world peace was achieved because you eliminated itchy heads?"
Because that's what you'd think, right?
Wherein lies the madness of Mojo's subconscious -- it is more steeped in reality than the average adult's wakeful mind.
Also more steeped in reality than Nanny Bloomberg and his Mayor's Against Civil rights crusade. Demand a plan? I have a better, more delicious idea: demand a flan.
It's more achievable. It'll make you happier. And unlike fear-mongering politicians, it won't have adverse effects on public safety!
New York is so screwed. The city. The state. Everything in between. I'd laugh, but for two things. First, I still pay taxes there (no vote, just a tax bill). Second, the stupidity appears to be contagious; the infection is spreading.
I eagerly await Cuomo's multi-billion-dollar plan to eradicate itchy scalp. My taxes will go up. And it won't work. But even if it did work, a positive upshot for humanity is far from assured. Even Mojo knows that. It came to him in a dream.
Because that's what you'd think, right?
Wherein lies the madness of Mojo's subconscious -- it is more steeped in reality than the average adult's wakeful mind.
Also more steeped in reality than Nanny Bloomberg and his Mayor's Against Civil rights crusade. Demand a plan? I have a better, more delicious idea: demand a flan.
It's more achievable. It'll make you happier. And unlike fear-mongering politicians, it won't have adverse effects on public safety!
New York is so screwed. The city. The state. Everything in between. I'd laugh, but for two things. First, I still pay taxes there (no vote, just a tax bill). Second, the stupidity appears to be contagious; the infection is spreading.
I eagerly await Cuomo's multi-billion-dollar plan to eradicate itchy scalp. My taxes will go up. And it won't work. But even if it did work, a positive upshot for humanity is far from assured. Even Mojo knows that. It came to him in a dream.
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