NO WAY,I'M SECRETARY OF MY TRESURY AND I AUDIT MYSELF...[I don't trust me].
NO WAY,I'M SECRETARY OF MY TRESURY AND I AUDIT MYSELF...[I don't trust me].
I know that what you say is true, because I had already audit through the grapevine.
Watch those grapes...[at night they sneek out as raisins].
They have to come out after dark. The strict diet has left them rather shrivelled.
I told em not to hang around that vine.
Yes, they just hung there and withered on that vine.
They became more lower-ins, than rais-ins......
Those poor grapes,they should be juiced.
Their just soured because of the state of currant affairs.
Some of that stuff is just...seedless.
Met some the other day. They wanted to start a fight, but I had to run, as there was a bunch of them.
I fought a grape once. It was an epic battle that lasted 12 rounds. I beat him nearly to death but he didn't cry about it. He just let out a little wine.
Some of em are green with envy.
His corner was very upset with how the fight went. I looked over to them and they were all red.
Of course the smart ones went into wine.
The dumb ones went into cakes.
They were making a ruckus over there. I asked if they were raising hell and someone said that it was that or they'd be raisin bran.
Some of those unlucky ones wind up in a jam.
They're scary. Before the fight, someone told me not to make that grape nuts.
Could make you punch drunk...
But could it make me drink punch? What if I said that I thought it was punch? I need an excuse for coming home drunk on Saturday.
Poor grapes,some make bad choices wind up seedless.
Well, what should we expect in this economy? Some haven't had a raisin years.
Some just feel crushed...and I think I have a bad case of deja vu.
Nothing new. We've seen that all before...
Yeah, but it reminds me of something...
I'm now of the age when I frequently feel reminded of things I actually never knew.
My wife frequently reminds me of things that I told her weeks or months past. The problem? Although I remember knowing them, I honestly can't remember telling her these things. 'How'd you know that?' says I. 'You told me. Don't remember?' she replies.
I'm not sure why that bugs me...
Perhaps that is because, if you could remember, you might wish to be selective with the memory.
It's an eerie feeling when someone seems to remember something, of which we have absolutely no recall. Like getting on a table and performing a loud cabaret at a party, after too many drinks.
I think the reverse is worse. "Now, I told you all that yesterday!", but you have no recall, and would swear they simply think they told you...but actually did not. Some of the time, you are bound to be correct in that belief.
That's true. I think in some cases, I hold onto things long enough to tell her and put them away in a cabinet of my mind after making sure she knows. Sort of a 'that's taken care of' type of situation.
Passing on information has a way of easing clutter in the mind.....
She wants the lowdown on everything that I discuss with others when she's not with me. Most of the conversations are pretty much small talk, so I only save them long enough to pass along. Sort of a mental audio version of Tivo. Of course you have to factor my notoriously poor hearing into the relay of information...
In other words, you could be considered an unreliable witness!
No need to torture me. I'll spill my guts, even if what comes out ain't exactly accurate. If checked for veracity, I ca...n always rely on the 'are you sure I said that?! I don't remember it that way' card...
Or "I can't be absolutely sure. I might have got it wrong. And my doctor has just recommended I take a memory test"
And when all else fails, I can fall back on the old standby: 'Yes, dear. Of course you're right again.'
It's going to end up there, regardless...
Not here, not if I can help it. At least, not EVERY time!
When I finally get my hearing aids, I look forward to turning them off when the conversation turns against me...
Look have you been listening?you don't need all that[memory stuff]one sip ,just one small sip and you'll forget that you were born...that's it feel the power of your mind imploding.
[[Jerry removes his reading glasses to avoid reading the previous post...)
Now both of you are in complete denial.....
I can't agree with that...
I'll take that as a flat acceptance.
I reject any insinuation that I'm in denial about anything. I also don't think you flatly accept my admission as denial...
You'll both have forgotten about it by tomorrow anyway.
Forgotten what, again?
Exactly...
Which is close enough....
I bet you can't even remember what happened on that night out with Bill Cosby and those girls 30 years ago.
I told him not to eat the Jell-O pudding...
A lot of spring chickens have certainly come home to roost in Bill Cosby's backyard.
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