T R U T H

Finding meaning in a mustard seed is like licking self sealing envelopes. Our favorite guy today finds himself exiting an email from a classmate which includes a jpg of salisbury steak and more urgently trying to find words to describe the beauty three youngsters graced us with today. Youth is not wasted on the young - it's squandered by the relics like me who never show enough appreciation. The lesson has been recurring for too many years, unheeded by neglect and sloth but consistently registering this shortcoming each and every time. It's the pay me later moment only the later is right now so here's the payment:

The Center for Multidimensional Shit released a study today of underappreciative goats that found a majority of them never got to eat Chef Boyardee spaghetti O's cans. That pretty much explains the writer's lack of appreciation in the area of youthful beauty.

Did you ever get woozy, lay down for a minute then get up and wash a limo? It eliminates wooziness. Did you ever lay in an empty bed when the evening darkness sets in then the garage door opens and everything is all right? Thhhoroughly Relaxing Thhhhursday, man.