Can I go outside to check the mail, despite the terrorists lying in wait behind my Prius; just dying to blow themselves up or saw my head off?
Probably raping and pillaging at the Walmart, right as we speak.
Can I go outside and check the mail, without getting skin cancer from a dying sun that pours deadly UV rays thru our Swiss cheese ozone layer, that is caused by bushy, bushy blonde hair-dos and their gravity defying gradients?
Can I go outside to check the mail without getting Type 2 diabetes?
Can I go outside to check the mail without locking my house and jacking a live round into my somewhat lawfully acquired, legal, 2nd Amendment protected concealed carry firearm?
“It’s an 88 Megnum; it shoots thru schools”
Can I go outside to check the mail or did they email it?
Well, if they did email it at least I won’t have to go outside.
Staring at a computer screen will give you cancer or worse; make me gay!
I might get hit by a driverless auto-car.
There’s freaking drones out there too, man!
(3 hrs later)
Can y’all believe I just seen a blue butterfly?
I started out this post feeling a little overwhelmed with life this morning.
Then, I saw the blue butterfly.
It landed on my semi-trucks mirror and just stared at me.
I stared back.
It fluttered it’s wings.
He didn’t say anything so we just sat there…
I forgot what I was writing about.
Messed up a perfectly miserable post.
Guess I’ll have to be in a good mood then…