Trousered Ape

An exercise in presumption.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Dialogue at the supermarket:

The Storm Queen: Why are there so many people in line?

The Ape: Well, it's Saturday. People usually get paid on Friday and then shop the next day.

The Storm Queen: I have a job. It's being weird. But I don't get paid for it.

The Ape: You could go on strike.

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The Storm Queen on education: Why wasn't I born knowing everything? Then I wouldn't have to go to school.

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The Storm Queen on education (during her evening prayer): God, please let me be able to hypnotize Mommy tomorrow and make her forget about homeschooling.

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Spring is here:

By law unchanging and supernal,
With each new year, the season vernal
Renews Man's labors diuturnal.

From gloomy Pluto's dismal zone,
Old Sisyphus leans on his stone,
Looks up, and grins - he's not alone.

The grass begins again to grow,
The Ape begins again to mow,
Astride his trusty Poulan Pro.

Within the meadow lush and green,
Early and late he can be seen,
With hyperchloëtomic mien.

Show Lad and Lassie to the door,
And Rin Tin Tin - their day is o'er:
Man's best friend is his riding mower.

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And last Wednesday, April 26, this blog turned 2 and I turned 50.

Posted by Bob the Ape 7:24 PM

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, have mercy on me, a sinner.