I enjoyed breakfast with Michael T. yesterday. It was certainly plenty cold and I was a little late getting there. I had to scrape the windows on the Blazer! We talked for over 3 hours about this, that and other things. I think we are both more than a bit disgusted with the direction and tone of the Democratic primary. I hate to jinx us ... but I am afraid if Hillarity wins the nomination ... McCain and Lieberman will be in the White House next year.
I was back at Bob Evans again last evening to eat supper with Tracey after she got off work. I had to stop and get gas on the way home because the gauge was getting too close to the big E. This idiot on the other side of the gas pump kept setting the nozzle to fill and dashing to get back into his truck. He would get about two steps away when the pump would shut off because he had it pumping faster than his fill tube would take and it would shut it down. When this happened it caused a back pressure and mine would shut off too. On about the third or fourth round of this insanity the guy says there must be something wrong with the stupid pump, it must be broke or something. Mustering as much tact as possible I suggest he use a lower setting and he replies, No, it would take all night if he did that and he was going to keep doing what he was doing until “the damn thing works!”. He’s probably still there showing that disobedient gas pump who is boss. I drove away with several unpleasant thoughts about this. One, how did someone so stupid get a driver’s license? Two, is it wise to let people like him cast a vote in a Presidential election? And last and possibly most important ... I hope he hasn’t fathered any children.
A man was in a long line at Walmart. As he got to the register he realized he had forgotten to get condoms, so he asked the checkout girl if she could have some brought up to the register.
She asked, ‘What size condoms?’
The customer replied that he didn’t know.
She asked him to drop his pants.
He did.
She reached over the counter, grabbed hold of him and called over the intercom, ‘One box of large condoms, Register 5.’
The next man in line thought this was interesting, and like most of us, was up for a cheap thrill. When he got up to the register, he told the checker that he too had forgotten to get condoms, and asked if she could have some brought to the register for him.
She asked him what size, and he stated that he didn’t know.
She asked him to drop his pants.
He did.
She gave him a quick feel, picked up the intercom and said, ‘One box of medium-sized condoms, Register 5.’
A few customers back was this teenage boy. He thought what he had seen was way too cool. He had never had any type of sexual contact with a live female, so he thought this was his chance.
When he got to the register he told the checker he needed some condoms.
She asked him what size and he said he didn’t know. She asked him to drop his pants and he did. She reached over the counter, gave him a quick squeeze, then picked up the intercom and said...
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