Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Millennial Trio
-Is my whole life getting on
Frisian Locomotives?
-No, your whole life consists
of stringing nonsense sounds.
-You, likewise, can't have a year
excluding October.
-You should. It's the gateway to
freakin ice!
-The dearth of tri-axial moonbeams
can no longer be ignored.
-Let’s ignore it anyway. Just for practice.
-My whole life...
-Not again!
-Your whole life consists of weakly
bitching for incoherent reasons.
-How rare to meet a true Millennial!
-Why not take a nice lay-down, Honey?
-My parents!
-Thought your little words were golden.
-As they hovered. And hovered!
-Helicopter Parents!
-Look around! They may be still!
-I don't need anyone anymore! I'm a
miracle as I stand. A living and
breathing...
-Uh huh?
-And the farmer took another
load away!
-If I became a farmer I'd make it better!
You’d see!
-Let’s give you an award now!
Before the fact.
-Ah but there are no facts!
Labels: fact, generations, language, language as avoidance, lazy, Millennials, theory, work
Tuesday, June 06, 2017
Storm of the Century!
Views of the aftermath
-North Soaring Ridge,
who listened to its
elected and appointed
officials, and put sandbags
everywhere in addition, had
only three fatalities.
-And the hippies of South
Soaring Ridge listened to
no one and did nothing!
Zero fatalities. Go figure.
-You already have in your
fashionable cynicism. Lazy
Hippies and their scattery
Millennial Brats getting your vote!
-Maybe God looks out for them,
since they're not completely
full of shit!
Labels: emergency authorities, hippies, Millennials, Storm of the Century!, storm preparation
