Your happiness quotient – multiplied
Yesterday I entered a marathon.
The race started and immediately I was the last of the runners. It was embarrassing.
The guy who was in front of me, second to last, was making fun of me. He said, “Hey buddy, how does it feel to be last?”
I replied, “You really want to know?”
Then I dropped out of the race.
I did marry my wife for her looks. Just not the ones she has been giving me lately.
I am thinking of having my ashes stored in a glass urn. Remains to be seen.
6:30 is the best time on the clock. Hands down.
What does a house covered by? Address.
Kumbh Mela is going on. People are taking dips in the holy river.
And the Rupee is dipping.
This cartoon brings both together beautifully.
Hilarious, we think. What do you think?
Boomers (or baby boomers) are the generation born after WWII, up to roughly 1965 or so.
Well, this is a complaint we can agree with. It was possible to leave the house, buy the entire month’s grocery, pay in cash, and come home without leaving breadcrumbs of your identity all over! No accounts, no phone number, no credit card. You walked in, bought your stuff, paid in cash, walked out, got into your car, drove home. Ah! Precious privacy!
