Thursday, June 17, 2010

SB's Kind of Eulogy

Bill was not a rich man. He was not a proud man. He was not a successful man. Nor was he especially attractive, articulate, or even remotely respected. Neither was he particularly well-liked or hygienic. So I suppose, what I'm really trying to say is... there's cake back at the house and if we hurry, we can probably catch the second half of the Bulls game.

7 comments:

Gledwood said...

uh?

I'm just looking at that couple guffawing at the surprised-looking squirrel

did you know German squirrels are red?

we used to have red squirrels here too. the storybooks of my childhood were full of them

but some berk brought over grey ones from Canada as "adorable pets" and of course they escaped and there's nary a red squirrel left on these here isles...

actually what am I saying. IsleS, yes. Main island, no

grey squirrels ain't that good at swimming

they love the conker tree at the end of my road though

Petit fleur said...

Good eulogy.

If you have not seen Schizopolis directed by Soderbergh, please do so... You will dig it.

Sandra Moreano said...

Perhaps Bill attracted humorous friends.

Mel's Way or No Way said...

Best eulogy ever!! You gotta give points for honesty.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

PF,
No babe, haven't seen that one. I will try and catch it.

Love,

SB

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Sandra,
I think so.

Thanks for reading me!

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Melly Mel,
Yes, you do.

Love you mucho!