Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A story of my life?

I'll never forget that stupid birthday card, which I probably read as a teenager. Oh, the words aren't exactly right, but close enough:

Outside: I was sitting in my back yard, wondering what I should do for your birthday, when I looked down and saw a boll weevil crawling along with a sign on its back that said, "Buy a present!"  I thought that was odd, and was still considering this message when I looked down again and saw another boll weevil with a sign that said, "Buy a card!"


Inside: So I chose the lesser of the two weevils.

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