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“Better Living Through Sarcasm”
I saw a bumper sticker today that had that exact saying. I chuckled and in my head I agreed. I’m a chronic user of sarcastic mechanisms…and I get a lot of flak for it.
I had expected after so many years family and friends would eventually “get” my humor. Some have grown to appreciate it, or at least tolerate it. I’m fortunate to have many friends who embraced it from the beginning. However, there are still those in my life who don’t understand it, don’t appreciate it, and are flat-out offended no matter how small and innocent the sarcastic remark.
Reflecting on that fact, I further realized that those who are repulse by my moments of jest are typically those in my life I view as finding the least pleasure in their own life. The most serious, the most solemn, and disturbingly compliant are the members of my circle that don’t even applaud a well placed “That’s What She Said” during a conversation. Their brand of humor, in my eyes, is non-existent. I should find no surprise that sarcasm will not rate highly on their list.
Local councils are always creating days or weeks dedicated to celebrating culture, health, and other causes. There needs to be a week to rejoice in the simple and accessible method of humor we know as sarcasm. A vehicle to a more enjoyable life; a better way to live.
Walgreens for Mother’s Day
Driving into work today I hear a commercial on the radio for Walgreens.  Nothing special.
This commercial is for Mother’s Day shopping. Not only should you go to Walgreens to get Mom an exquisite gift, but Walgreens is also armed with a “personal shopper” in order to help you make the best selection.
Are you kidding me?
Walgreens is the place you buy a gift because you forgot and you are already en route to your holiday destination. I’ve stopped in there many a time for a box of candy for a Christmas gift or a forgotten birthday card.
I just can’t wrap my mind around going in to a Walgreens and getting a personal shopper to assist me pick out the best paperback book or generic branded tunic for the woman who gave birth to me.
Why not just stop in 7 Eleven and shop for mom? At least then you can pick up a Big Gulp and a Spicy Bite while you are there.
you are what you eat…….
wow, add your own comments and posts….this one is for all of you Dirty Sun fans out there. Be a part of The Dirty Sun…..
Mine>>>>>>>>>>…who eats weed, really? because this “M” looks like he has been handed the “left hand cigarette” once to0 many times and then was sent to work in your local grocers freezer….
enjoy and thanks for being a TDS supporter!
*PoSt YoUr CoMmEnTs*
