Did you ever wonder

Just some outloud musings.

Did you ever wonder?

If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from

How did a fool and his money come together in the first place

When it is tourist season, can we shoot them

What is another word for Thesauras

Why is abbreviation such a long word

Why do we buy a pair of pants and a Television set, when we only get one

What was the best thing before sliced bread

If you shopot a mime, do you use a silencer.

and just for the weird ones out there>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

That law is not for me!

After watching a obviously non-handicapped woman park in the zone reserved for the handicapped, I thought of what was her excuse. So here they are.

10. My Grandfather is handicapped.

9. I don't read good

8.I suffer from Terminal Laziness

7.I have attention deficit disorder! Huh!

6.My inner child was bugging me for ice cream

5.My shoes are too expensive to walk in

4.Wheelchair symbol? I thought it was a rocking chair.

3.My religion forbids common acts of courtesy

2.I ignore other laws, why not this one?

1.I am disabled..by a painfully swollen EGO

The Dodge, My Dad and Me

What was your first car? Mine was a 1969 Dodge Coronet 500 and I was reminded of it the other day when one was sitting in our restaurant parking lot.
Up to my 18th birthday i had been driving my Dad's 1967 Pontiac Strato Chief and to have my own car was a blessing. I paid $1,000 for it and believe you me that was a lot of money back then but well worth it. The car itself is another story, for this story is about the day I brought the car home.
I remember the day as being sunny and warm and as I parked my new wheels in the driveway I was beaming and as proud as a new Parent would be. I wiped the car down, cleaned the windows and polished the tires. I stood back and admired what I had and that is when my Dad came into the picture. He came out of the house, walked around the car, grunted a few indistinguishable words and commented that the car had too much power and for me to be careful. Agreeing with him was no problem and we discussed the car from top to bottom and offered to drive him around the block, but re said that he did not need to do that and I then went into the house to phone a friend and let him know that the car was here and to come on over and take a look and then something happened that I could only laugh at. Going down the driveway was my car with my dad behind the wheel, that's right my father was taking my car for a joyride! What was I to do, I could only laugh and wait for him to come back with it.
45 minuets later he pulls up, parks the car, comments on it's handling and performance and then disappears into the house, but before he closes the screen door he makes sure to comment" You're low on gas", The son of a gun had burned 3/4 of a tank of gas. I guess it is true what they say
PAYBACK IS A BITCH He got me and I knew it.

So what could I say, I just shook my head and chalked another up to the old man.
There are many other tales from my Coronet and I will tell those later, so have good day and enjoy.