So when life gets you down, just remember the following:
- Tom Cruise has never referred to you as "glib."
- Your job, as awful as it may be, probably does not involve cleaning up after hurricanes or potentially diseased chickens.
For the rest of this week's AT LARGE by Peter Chianca, click here.
I'm not employed by a man named Dick who calls me Scooter.
I'm here searching my couch for spare change and not the side of a desert road for landmines.
The Bush Whitehouse Exit Strategy is now only three years away.
I am thankful I don't have the job of cleaning up all the raw chickens that was spewed on the gulf coast beach and beyond so I will stick to cleaning up my own tree debris.
I'm thankful Tom Cruise is not looking at me via sonogram.
I'm thankful that I am not Katie "Help Me" Holmes
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