Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Wow! It Smells Just Like Fabric Softener

I don't care how hot it is. I refuse to wear shorts in public.

Being stoned is like being within the cognitive sphere of a dog.

Food does not grow on supermarket shelves. It grows in warehouses.

Miss Universal - Someone that everyone agrees is beautiful.

DRCR - Remotely Controlled Domestic Robot

Overheard spoken by a child in a park flower bed - "Wow! It smells just like fabric softener."

1 comment:

Robin Uchida, B.Sc. said...

Invariably, when I go on a "short and random" walkabout something emerges that leaves me curious and perplexed. In my final years will meaning leave my mind? Will everything begin to look like this? Or has meaning already left me and how will I know?