I watched a High School production of Fiddler on the Roof yesterday. I am now seeking medical attention for the giant hole in my ocular cavity resulting from the ice pick I repeatedly jabbed into my eye. I kid of course.
I did, however find profound and sage advice in an oldie but goodie "Machmaker" I suppose it comes from my current diagnoses of terminal singlehood (it's so tragic) and the man-problem epidemic that seems to be running rampent among my friends. Observe.
"Matchmaker, matchmaker, you know that I'm still very young. Please, take your time. Up to this minute I misunderstood that I could get stuck for good........ Matchmaker, matchmaker plan me no plans. I'm in no rush. Maybe I've learned: Playing with matches a girl can get burned."
Wow. Go on with your bad self, Sheldon Hardick.
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