- Jun 24, 2001
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*Ill never understand why petty criminals, such as robbers and thieves, choose cloths that so obviously hamper their ability to succesfully execute their crimes. I mean, it would make sense to wear an outfit consisting of a Hanes T-Shirt (preferably tagless, so as not to distract with irritating itching), a sturdy pair of running shoes with gel inserts, and a pair of light sweat pants. There is nothing practical about wearing baggy jeans that are 48 sizes too large, and Lugz that are left untied.
*Ill never understand why looking filthy and unkept is considered "hip" or "cool" among todays youth. Back in Colonial times when hygene wasnt part of the daily agenda or even possible, I can see how looking dirty was excepted and might blend in as an integral part of ones fashion. Dirt and sweat stains convered the men from long hours of building houses and hunting, just as most women had oily butter stains from churning all day long. Certainly these valid reasons no longer exist with the advent of running water and washing machines.
*Ill never understand how by the luck of the cosmic draw I was able to get the worst spelling moving crew in the history of moving. Various boxes litter each room filled with a sundry of wonderful treasures I have collected throughout my years. I have boxes in my kitchen labled "Diches" which I can safely assume might contain "Dishes". Another box I have in my living room is oddly labled "Speaqgur". With the help of the knowledge I have gained in my long years studying ancient occultish texts and parchments leads me to believe that this mysterious box contains either the long forgotten Chysticyan Cult demigod of torture, Speaqgur or my home theater "Speakers" which I have yet to find. Last but not least, in the master bedroom I have a box labled "Sidis" which up until this day, a logical guess as to what may be contained therein, had eluded me. Only after a frantic scouring of my car looking for my "Best of John Tesh" CD did I realize the cryptically labled box contained my music "CD's".
*Ill never understand why looking filthy and unkept is considered "hip" or "cool" among todays youth. Back in Colonial times when hygene wasnt part of the daily agenda or even possible, I can see how looking dirty was excepted and might blend in as an integral part of ones fashion. Dirt and sweat stains convered the men from long hours of building houses and hunting, just as most women had oily butter stains from churning all day long. Certainly these valid reasons no longer exist with the advent of running water and washing machines.
*Ill never understand how by the luck of the cosmic draw I was able to get the worst spelling moving crew in the history of moving. Various boxes litter each room filled with a sundry of wonderful treasures I have collected throughout my years. I have boxes in my kitchen labled "Diches" which I can safely assume might contain "Dishes". Another box I have in my living room is oddly labled "Speaqgur". With the help of the knowledge I have gained in my long years studying ancient occultish texts and parchments leads me to believe that this mysterious box contains either the long forgotten Chysticyan Cult demigod of torture, Speaqgur or my home theater "Speakers" which I have yet to find. Last but not least, in the master bedroom I have a box labled "Sidis" which up until this day, a logical guess as to what may be contained therein, had eluded me. Only after a frantic scouring of my car looking for my "Best of John Tesh" CD did I realize the cryptically labled box contained my music "CD's".
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