1) It looks like the unemployment roll is growing. I hear that my fellow king, THE Burger King and not that dime store phony that my ex queen is with, has been forced out. Insurgents within his company rose up and forced his abdication as they just did not want to be ruled by a monarch anymore. They stormed his office earlier today with torches and clubs and demanded that he leave. With his tail between his legs he left, resigned to the fact that his whopper wasn't needed any longer. Oh well. I wish him well in his future endeavours. Rumor has it that he has some feelers out in Hollywood to maybe star in some x-rated flicks. With those white tights and that big head of his he might just do okay.
2) Is there anything more ANNOYING than that Wegman's sushi billboard along route 390 near the airport heading south. It just drives me absolutely bananas everytime I drive by the bloody thing. It features some woman with 2 pieces of sushi in front of her eyes who has the biggest mouth I have ever seen. I haven't seen a mouth that big since the last time I watched Moby Dick. Jeez, that mouth is big enough to store a small plane in. Well with that mouth, when her billboard contract runs out, she can always get a new job along with the Burger King in his new job. Okay, now I digress AND I am getting disgusting.
3) No real golf for me this weekend as the club championship is being held at the Livingston Country Club both days this weekend. Since I am, unfortunately, not a member there I cannot participate. Maybe I will go work on my short game at that little par 3 course in Spencerport. My short game does seem to improve whenever I do that and I really need to get out and get some excersize since I have to walk that course. Believe me, I need to get my fat butt moving around and get back into some kind of shape. Sitting in a cube all day at work has NOT done wonders for my figure because my waistline is expanding much faster than America's economy.
4) How about that moron driving his truck today think he is Fred Flintstone. The boob knew his brakes were shot yet he hopped into his truck and decided to drive it. Maybe the idiot was going out for a brontosaurus burger or maybe even the Triceratops shake that was on special at Dunkin Donuts that day. Thinking his truck was the Flintstonemobile he dragged his feet along the road in an effort to slow it down. Well that did not work too well as the only thing that slowed him down was the four other cars he hit along the way. This guy is definitely a confirmed moron and worthy of being noted in this blog. The press did not confirm whether Dino was also in the truck.
5) The stock market dropped again today and so did my dreams of an early retirement. At the rate it is falling it should be down to zero by November. Then we will not have to worry about it anymore as it will have nowhere to go but up...at least I don't think it can drop below zero, can it? But knowing my luck...
Well, it is getting late and I must now head to the royal bedroom and hop into bed. Maybe I will dream of a hot new queen, maybe I will dream of vast riches, maybe I will dream of hitting great golf shots like Jack Nicklaus or maybe I will dream of being an actual King. But then again I will probably dream that I am back in my cube at work. That is a dream that happens far to often. What is funny is that I dream a lot of work, past and present. At least once a month I dream about being at my first job in a bowling alley when I was a teenager. More often I dream of the days I was a master forklift operator in the warehouse. Man I was a whiz on that thing. I could run circles around anyone, except for my friend Bret who I admit was the best forklift operator that I ever knew, may he rest in peace. Here it is getting even later and I am still at it. I must be bored silly so it is off to bed for me. Have a good evening.
Your King.
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