Stories from an ordinary life

WWE and Deeper Thoughts

I had to work for Kyle today so he could go to a WWE taping -- the second one in two days. Obsess much? I've never even seen Rob Thomas twice in a year! It's strange, a lot of the guys at work are into watching wrestling. They even have a fantasy league. They have to endure a lot of crap from me though because I'm the only one who knows enough about it to really give them a hard time.

Today I told one of the guys he should go with Kyle and Mike and whoever else when WWE comes to Charlotte and wear the Batman costume he wore to the Halloween party. He looked at me like I had entirely lost my mind. There was reason behind the comment! I told him that if he went as a superhero he could freak out the wrestlers; they would either play along and be in awe that he's a superhero, or think he's crazy and be scared of him. He said,"Do you want me to get beat up?" Guess I hadn't quite considered that. I thought it was a pretty funny idea, maybe I'm just weird like that.

Ok, I just finished six days of hard work and my mind is kinda fried, so since I haven't written much lately and I'm not sure when I'll have something entertaining to say again, I'm going to leave you with a few of Jack Handy's Deeper Thoughts:

I bet the main reason the police keep people away from a plane crash is they don't want anybody walking in and lying down in the crash stuff, then, when somebody comes up, act like they just woke up and go, "What was THAT?!"

Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap. The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.

To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.

If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.

Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.

We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go fishing. But we wouldn't be laughing that evening when he'd come back with some whore he picked up in town.

I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little beds with my name on it.

posted by This one time . . . @ 12:46 AM