Shallow Thoughts

My dad always told me that you should not borrow something if you cannot afford to replace it. Well, dad, if I could afford to replace it, why would I need to borrow it in the first place?

It is probably not a good sign when the recycled desk items from people leaving your work place is larger than the stockpile in the office supply storeroom.

How come it is called cake if it is really Rice Krispies covered in icing?

Just because a person dies doing what they wanted to do doesn't mean they wanted to die.

Nature doesn't forgive stupid.

For women, losing an eyelash at age 40 is a lot like a man getting a flat tire...and not having a spare!

The older my dad gets, the worse he is with his cell phone and the better he gets with any television remote.

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