Thursday, October 2, 2008

I looked out the window
at the pouring rain.
"Boy it's raining cats and dogs out there."
I said.
Then I realized that
it wasn't really raining
cats and dogs,
it was just water,
and I felt really guilty
for lying.

2 comments:

ilikevinyl said...

http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/03/20/060320sh_shouts

ilikevinyl said...

"To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, 'Hey, can you give me a hand?,' you can say, 'Sorry, got these sacks.'"

"I remember how my Great Uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint."

"Instead of a trap door, what about a trap window? The guy looks out it, and if he leans too far, he falls out. Wait. I guess that's like a regular window."

"You know what would be the most terrifying thing that could ever happen to a flea? Getting caught inside a watch somehow. You don't even care, do you."

"If you're a boxing referee, it's probably illegal to wear a bow tie that spins or changes colors."

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