Posts Tagged ‘regrets’
Lifelong Regrets
On the Menu Tonight:
The AppePfizer (brought to you by Pfizer Pharmaceuticals – a druggy division of Milton-Bradley)
- That I was once accused of trafficking in counterfeit stallion teeth. Neigh. Tis not true. I got them straight from the horses’ mouth.
- That I was never able to get either foot all the way into my mouth. And yet people said I managed to do this regularly – whenever I spoke.
- That my company selling erectile dysfunction drugs went out of business. Why? The competition was too stiff.
- That I never met Helen Reddy’s Dingo – and now it’s too late. Fun Fact: Ringo had a Dingo named Bingo. He spelled it B-i-n-go, B-i-n-g-o, B-i-n-g-o and Bingo was his name.
- That what I thought was an authentic Sharon Stone pubic hair (purchased and verified on eBay), turned out to belong to Wanda Sykes.
- That when I shook the Pope’s hand with a joy buzzer, his Swiss Guard roughed me up.
And now your 2nd Course:
- That most restaurants refuse to seat me when I enter with my service ostrich. But it’s OK for Mr. Aristocrat to come in with a handkerchief full of bugers in his pocket.
- Finding out I had 2 days to live after purchasing green bananas
- That my hefty investment in the Used Casket business, never got off the ground – in fact it never even got out of the ground
- That even though I knew it was true, I could never prove Toni Tennile based Muskrat Sam on me. Screw you Darryl.
- That my fanny crack is horizontal. Very awkward, unless you’re in Japan where its buttocks as usual.
The Entrée
- That after attending a Reba McEntire concert, I found out later, I was facing the wrong way
Dessert
- That Jada Pinkett sent back the toupee I sent her. And then Wil Smith slapped me with a slander suit.