"When
your sock is lost in the dryer, just think that God works in mysterious
ways." -- Deepak, Jr.
I fully expect that, when I
make it to paradise, after I kick this stupid gig on Earth, I will have plenty
of socks to wear. Thing is -- why would
I ever have to wear socks? My idea of the
afterlife is a place where I can belly up to the bar, totally naked, and order
a gallon of whiskey. Then, after
chugging it, I can order some more because it just tastes good and doesn’t make
me sick. Why would I need to find my
lost socks?
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