Random Thoughts, the Sequel

At forward, Irwin Fletch he's 6-foot-5, 6-9 with the afro.

 

Here's a random thought I always had:

Why is there always a teeny tiny piece of poop in the bottom of one of the toilets at work. You can flush, but it swirls around and always settles back?

 

Nobody ever likes the green or lime jelly beans. They ought to just quit making that color.

 

Does anyone actually like the black ones, either?

 

Just kidding, naturally.

 

Well played.

 

Except I hit the wrong button and didn't get the animation to play.

Oh well, if that's the dumbest thing I do all day, it's a good day.

 

Here's a random memory:

My 1st-grade teacher, Mrs. Seinert (sp?), awarded us tokens throughout the day for doing good things. What those things were, I can't remember. But the award system was tokens, and if you got 3 tokens you could exchange them for something like 3 jellybeans at the end of the day. I remember that she kept those jellybeans in a plastic Popeye mug. Until now, it's the first time I've thought of that mug. Well, I was hyperactive as a kid and hardly ever got tokens. Pissed me off. One week I was good enough to get some tokens. Knowing at that point I might not get too many more chances to exchange tokens for jellybeans, I poured the entire mug of jellybeans into my pocket before Mrs. Seinert could see me. I told her it was empty and she refilled it. Instead of taking 3 jellybeans for my tokens, I took a big ol' handful.

Oh, and red jellybeans are my favorite.

 

I should just show up. Tell my SE to fuck off, I'm going to Vegas for a few days to get rip-roaringly drunk and possibly make a life-altering mistake while hanging out with some of the finest people the (journalism) world has ever known. If he doesn't like it, he can eat a fat one.

 

Your SE probably wolfs down fat ones regardless of what you do.

 

That is a distinct possibility.