Top ten things I'll never ever do - due to being too poor, too old, too chicken, etc...
* Sky dive.
* Bungee Jump.
* Go to Australia.
* Drive a race car.
* Run in a 10K, 5K, 3K, any kinda K race (Again).
* A one-anda-half off any height board.
* Shoot an animal.
* Run for office. (It's hard enough for me to walk there!)
* Live in California.
* Live in New York.
AndbeforeIkeelI'dliketa: Golf. Alot. Go to Vegas again. See NY. Cooperstown. The Four dead guys in granite. Live in the country. Quit smoking. Walk - alot. Again try on size 36 slacks and think "hey... these are kinda loose." Camp by a stream.
Snorkel in Hanauma Bay. Attend another World Series in Kansas City. <--Shit, I shoulda had that on the other list. Observe Maynard doing something good for himself. (He is a giver - and has given to me - he just won't help himself.) Take off in some kinda vehicle - saved up funds - no kinda timetable - no kinda planned stops - just go.. to see the US.
Stare up at Lincoln's Monument. Get a tan. Boogie board. Eh - lotta stuff. Do the Abs of Steel tape every night for three months - in my sleep.
Tis Thursday, June fit-teen, 2006. I think it'd be a good day to say to one's self.. "I've been wondering how old so-n-so has been.. by golly I think I'm gonna call 'em/go see 'em." Yeah, let's do that.
And if you're a challenging sort.. try out (three times, REAL fast) "Sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick"... It's soooo much easier to type than talk. (For me at least).
How does that saying go? Love like you've never been hurt... pick boogers like nobody's watching... or something like that. Happy day, bye bye now. Victurd.
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