Ok ok,

You know, when men are single, we are like superman, we are strong, we have a paying job, we save damsels in distress. We are the man among men.

As we start to fall in love, we are forced to shed the image of steel and wear a more softer image. We become like spiderman, caught in a web and never truly being able to be free.

And then we transform once again into gentlemen this time when we get engaged, always smiling, always there and never one to say NO.

The final phase comes after the marriage, when we end up becoming the watchmen.

Cheers.
ps: True Story.

Ok ok,

I am in the process of changing my hopes and dreams to be consistent with the current state of economy. My new goal is to be smothered to death by old dead pigs that fall off a transport truck or perhaps swine flu as a replacement. I am also saving money by drinking nothing but mugs of stale air.

Cheers.
ps: My savings have skyrocketed and I am ready to retire to Bhutan.

Ok ok,

You know what they say about getting old. Everybody gets old. Everybody except the dead, that is. That, is an unacceptable solution.

Cheers.

Ok ok,

Do the security guards in the museum really ever stop anybody from taking the paintings? I mean are they going up to the thieves, “Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you’re going with that? Hey, come over here, give me that Cezanne.”

I mean look at the job that this man is hired to do. He’s getting five dollars an hour to protect millions of dollars of priceless art and with what? He’s got a light mocha brown uniform and a Today paper. This is all he’s got.

I mean crooks must look at this guy and go, “Alright all we gotta do is get past the folding chair and the thermos of coffee and we can get a Rembrandt.”

Cheers.
ps: Is the museum still there?

Ok ok,

You know what they say, your average man is like a good field mule. If you don’t beat him, he can keep ploughing all day long. I don’t know who “they” are.

Cheers.
ps: Not an ass, just a field mule.

Ok ok,

Ever enjoyed a beautiful sunset? The way the sky is streaked with colours. Its amazing. isn’t it?

It’s the pollution that makes that pretty colours you know … what you are really enjoying is prismatic effect of light passing through air borne poison.

Cheers.
ps: Take that, Earth Day.