Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Saw a good t-shirt last night.

Said, "I'm not a doctor, but I'll take a look."
No really. It was funny, you just had to be there.
It wasn't the typical sunburned cable-guy type
who'd wear the "Moustache Rides, 5 Cents" greasy, sweaty cap.
It was a woman with gold-rimmed sunglasses
who looked like a 4th grade teacher.
One who'd take her shoe off and threaten you with it
if you didn't share your crayons with that creepy kid
with the chipped tooth, the one
who wears grass-stained socks with his sandals
and picks his nose while he stares you right in the eye,
and his mom and dad always look mean and
have to start their car, a station wagon with wood paneling,
with a red screwdriver, and the antenna is broken off, clean off...
what's that kid's name?...Oh yeah: Cliff.
That's it.
Still not funny?
Ok, it must be the decongestants then.





4 comments:

Bubba said...

Would you please take some time off and write a book--or at least a short story? Maybe you could enter the Memphis magazine fiction contest (http://www.memphismagazine.com/fiction.html). I just love the way you describe things! Anyway, just a thought....

me said...

You are the nicest person in the world, can I just say that? Hey wait a minute...is that you, Mom?!

No, for real. I do have a break coming up in two weeks, and I bet I could blab 4,500 words, a piece of cake, obviously. Thank you for the link - you want me to do it? Daring me usually helps motivate me, I'm just sayin'...

Bubba said...

I double-dog dare you with a cherry on top!

me said...

Good! I will take that as a triple-dog dare and see what happens...where are my Benadryls...