Friday, February 15, 2013

Oh My




Merilly

7 comments:

bocopro said...

Yeah, that brings to mind the guy I saw waiting for a cab one time. Had an iridescent pink shirt with gaudy pearl cufflinks, a very loud plaid jacket, a green tie with dolphins on it, light blue trousers with patch pockets and a button-up fly, a houndstooth cap with a large feather plume, a white leather belt, and red pointy-toed shoes.

Unable to resist, I asked him, “Jesus, man . . . What the hell’s that get-up for!?”

He said, “Aw, I asked my brother, same size as I am, to stop by that men’s store downtown . . . you know, Cox’s . . . and get me a seersucker suit. Dumb shit went to Sears instead.”

Esteve said...

I'm sure you have heard of the dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac who would lie awake at night wondering if there really was a doG.

Anonymous said...

That explains why being dyslexic can be a pain in the ass.

mostlycajun said...

bocopro-

That is soooo stolen!

MC

tonsil stones prevention said...

quite a critical and hard to understand saying.

Anonymous said...

Dyslexia is a real handicap that shouldn't be made fun of...


Dyslexics untie!

TheIrishman

DougM said...

No, son, Morrie ain't dyslexic,
he's just writin' Hebrew.

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