Well it is an historic night. Obama has presumptively cinched the nomination. The first viable black nominee for president. That pretty much rocks. I watched his speech, which was great. And I got an e-mail from Hillary, which was kinda sad. She’s still a close second in my estimations.
All of which leaves me with three compelling socio-political questions:
- Why is it that, in a can of fruit cocktail, the pears are always on top and the peaches are on the bottom? Check it out. I’m not lyin’.
- Why is it that, when you bite the inside of your lip, you keep biting it again and again in the same place?
- Why is it that, even though the TV season was delayed for months by the writer’s strike, we’re already watching phreekin reruns?
Get back to me on these, wooodja?
2. Yikes, that’s a nasty one.
3. There oughta be a law.
1. What if I turned the can upside down and opened it? The Matrix would implode, right?
3. I don’t even know when the “TV season” runs any more. It used to be we knew when the first episode of “The Man From U.N.C.L.E.” was going to be aired and order the posters and hang them up in our rooms.
2. Be thankful you don’t have Lesch-Nyhan syndrome.
1. It’s the order the fruit is poured in on the production line.