So, so many questions about along the way to the last Wordle.... most, met with blank stares, shoulder shrugs.. Life's really a hurdle.........
Along the way, we're asked much:
Should I stay or should I go?....... Well, we ain't got much control over that, but, it's like when the 23 year old says "I don't wanna live to be 90", and then, when he's 89 yrs, 364 days old, you ask him again.
Why don't we do it in the road? Well, pavement ain't exactly comfy... At our age, as slow as we move, we might get ticketed for loitering.. Let's leave that question up to the chicken and the egg so we'll finally have an answer..... then, after they cross the street, maybe we can ask "Why?" Two birds, one stone.
I bet you think this song is about you, don't you? Well.. hmmmm, plannin' for the day after my last Wordle, so yeah, I guess I do...
How many roads must a man walk down, before we can call him a man? Well, ya gotta crawl before you walk.. fall, skin your knees to toughen you up.. . walk 2 miles to school, up hill both ways, walk 2 miles to fill your jug up with gasoline.. learn in courtship, the fella walks on the inside nearest the street.. if he was a good role model, emulate your father.
Did you ever have to make up your mind.? Well... no.. I mean, yes... That basically composes life. Everyone has a wrong answer or fitty... Main thing, after attempting to answer all of life's questions, did you remember to do so practicing the Golden Rule?
Who let the dogs out? Well.. the ASPCA.. The Humane Society ... No kill shelters.. Fosters... Rescuers.. Pet Projects... Simply, folks who wag their tail back..
How much is that doggy in the window? Please see above... Rescue, no puppy mills, bailiff, whack his pee pee.
Are you lonesome tonight... Well, fer sure Elvis who let himself kinda run downhill prolly was.. maybe even the hunka hunka burning love Elvis too, dunno.. Everyone has a lonesome moment or two. Even George Gobel, Brad Pitt.
Who wrote the book of love? Sweet Jesus, I dunno, but if you ever find out, lemme know. I'd like to interview him.. or her..
Does anybody really know what time it is? Dunno, electricity out.. Don't depend on car clock.. Beer-thirty.. Wakeup time.. Nap time.. Hammer Time.. Didn't we just do this the other day?
What's new pussycat? Well, not much really. Same ole furballs, claws on couches, chairs.. purring, kneading and pretending to need, but really, indifference... Time after time, same ole answer to: Sit, Stay, Fetch, Come, Rollover = Did you just get here?
Where have all the flowers gone? ...lacka water.. abandonment after planting.. regular old flesh colored thumb... Cheech and Chong'd (to pot)... Indoors.. perennials, sometimes they come back... Annuals, they don't come back you simpleton.. It's winter you idiot..
What's the story, morning glory? (See above)
War... what is it good for? Absolutely nothing. (Say it again) Ahm, OK.. War... what is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
Why can't we be friends?..... . you judge, discriminate, have halitosis, talk real loud, don't stop talking, are egocentric, got BO.. we just, we just, or, actually, you just, differn't.... Don't take it personally, but don't let the door hitya on the ass...
Why don't you stay just a little bit longer.?.... you judge, discriminate, have halitosis, talk real loud, don't stop talking, are egocentric, got BO.. we just, we just, or, actually, you just, differn't.... Don't take it personally, but don't let the door hitya on the ass... But baby, it's cold outside.
If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me? Well Sonny, it's a new day and age, follow me, we're going to court before the statute of limitations runs out...
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64? Honest, I don't answer this with bitterness, but she must notta.
When will I see you, again? To everything, urn, urn, urn. There is a reason, urn, urn, urn.
Do you like pina coladas? Nah, I'm really more of a Miller Lite person.
If I fell in love with you would you help me to be true, and help me understand?... Ahm, Gladys?... Susie?... April? ... Olivia?... Jenny?.... Damnit, crickets.. Damnit, voicemail - AGAIN!
Have you ever seen the rain? (uh huh). Who'll stop the rain? (God). Why does it always rain on me? (You ain't got the sense God gave a goose, go inside you simpleton)...Purple rain (Ahm, that wasn't Viagra).
Is that all there is? Yes, and very sorry. But, hopefully it was better than a kick in the teeth, or pants..
Tune in tomorrow when we'll study the history of Santa's pursuits, and, exactly what Mrs. Claus does with the elves while he's on those pursuits. I never said anything about naughty or nice, mind outta gutter.
Love, Victurd
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