Maybe that was toads. I was always worried of getting called a toad-licker. Names like that can stick.
If the psychoemotional climate is the worst thing about SoCal, try weigh it up against the best thing. Then if that’s a negative result, try weigh up the two worst things against the two best things. Then if it’s still negative, only then try toad licking.
Well if you kiss 100 frogs and you get a Prince Charming who solves all your problems then kiss another 100 frogs and you have a much better chance of getting a Princess Charming. But I haven’t done the tests so be aware she may CREATE all your problems. If that’s the case, then just keep kissing frogs until you get what you want. How can you go wrong?
Perhaps I’ll just stick with the frogs that induce a psychedelic experience when you lick ‘em…
…er, not that I’ve found any. Or even looked. Apparently they’re not native to SoCal.
For that matter, it is becoming my increasing preference to no longer be native to SoCal. The psychoemotional climate is increasingly disharmonious to my preferred state of questionable sanity.
Yes, yes...that's all very well and good. But the pensive reader cannot help but come away with the two most crucially relevant questions:
1. If I kiss a female frog, do I get a Princess Charming? That would be my preference.
2. How does one differentiate between the frogular males and females?
These might be rhetorical questions. I will leave it to your good judgment to make that determination.
Maybe that was toads. I was always worried of getting called a toad-licker. Names like that can stick.
If the psychoemotional climate is the worst thing about SoCal, try weigh it up against the best thing. Then if that’s a negative result, try weigh up the two worst things against the two best things. Then if it’s still negative, only then try toad licking.
I think that’s how they work out the state budget. It’s always negative. But so far, they’ve demonstrated no proclivity to try toad licking.
Too bad; it might ameliorate the epidemic of venal scumbaggery that seems to be a prerequisite for ascending to rulership of us commoners.
At least, I’m inclined to believe that it couldn’t make things any worse.
No I’m opposite on this one. I believe that no matter how bad things get it can always get much much worse.
Well if you kiss 100 frogs and you get a Prince Charming who solves all your problems then kiss another 100 frogs and you have a much better chance of getting a Princess Charming. But I haven’t done the tests so be aware she may CREATE all your problems. If that’s the case, then just keep kissing frogs until you get what you want. How can you go wrong?
Perhaps I’ll just stick with the frogs that induce a psychedelic experience when you lick ‘em…
…er, not that I’ve found any. Or even looked. Apparently they’re not native to SoCal.
For that matter, it is becoming my increasing preference to no longer be native to SoCal. The psychoemotional climate is increasingly disharmonious to my preferred state of questionable sanity.
A proper take on improper times and the impropriety of current economics.
It was only centimetres away from being called Stout Economics.