I was just looking through my last few posts. Depressing stuff for sure. But lest I leave the wrong impression, I am generally a happy person. My coping mechanism for the stress of life?…inappropriate humor.
One of my favorite lyrics is from the Bare Naked Ladies. The line is: “Ever laugh at a funeral? Can’t understand what I mean? Well you soon will.”
Here is a terrible limerick I wrote in Jr. High…I know…It sucks…but it *was* Jr. High after-all.
There once was a woman named Garnette
Who when pills did not work, she said, “Darn it.”
She poured on some gas
and burned off her ass.
And now there is grass over Garnette