I’ve been throwing up a bit more lately. Can you blame me? First of all, the Ryan/Romney ticket is gaining in the polls. Why would old people in Florida vote for candidates who want to destroy Social Security and Medicare? I guess they figure “I got mine, screw you, young people” (anybody under 55).
Or maybe it’s because the administration didn’t heed warnings about security issues in Libya. Oh, kind of like when George W. ignored warnings about terrorists using airplanes to attack U.S. buildings, so then he invaded the wrong country and drove us into astronomical debt, but THAT was patriotic. Bite me, Romney.
No, I’m throwing up because my White Sox missed getting into the World Series by two games. If they would’ve won two games against Detroit, we’d be watching them on free TV. Bite me, Detroit. It’s time to change the banner. Which one should I choose?
You know the Bears won:
I’m getting tired of my fluid treatments. The other day I pretended to bite my mom when she injected me. But what’s that saying – never bite the hand that feeds you:
Speaking of being fed, we have a crisis going on. I am completely, totally out of food. Really. Mom & Dad went on a cruise up to the metropolis known as Olean and left me with no provisions. Mercifully, they brought back a hunk of turkey which is being baked as we speak. Let’s check the temp:
Yikes!! Only 100 degrees, and I need to be fed in two hours!!! Maybe salmonella will get me before my liver or kidney failure.
Finally, I need to check out the makings for Olive’s Christmas princess dress. My mom said she was going to sew her a new pink dress:
Oh my. Unless my eyes have started to fail, I do believe this fabric is purple. Courtney – Mike – can you sell purple to Olive? If not, bite me.
I love you!