When I get a chance to play golf or go on a boat with good people, take the boat out and put some lobsters on the grill, get the ice-cold beer and the cigars –… Continue reading
If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happen if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it? Steven Wright * *
I watched the clock, the second “Today” has become a melancholy “Yesterday”. And “Tomorrow” tapped me lightly on shoulder whispering to me: I’ll also be “Today” and “Yesterday” and again “Tomorrow”.