Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Man at School

I see a man at school each time I have class.
You might not think that unusual, but he sits on top of a door frame.

I say "hi"to him every day I pass him in the hall and he only stares. Unmoving. Like a statue.

and he has no clothes.

or nose.
or mouth.

and he is a bit smaller than the average human.


Perhaps he just likes hanging out, presumably thinking thick, clay-like thoughts, like ( AwkWARd) in caveman speak.

Ideal St

I think comedians have the most interesting lives out of all of us.
Everything always happens "the other day" or "not that long ago"

I saw a street named Ideal today. It was gravel.

That was 2 months ago. But somehow it's more funny if it's recent.


Friday, September 9, 2011


I wish savings accounts were like armpit hair. Rapidly growing at an alarming rate despite daily actions to the contrary