Monday, May 07, 2007

What dos thou bid?

Morning, it's me again, first day of what a friend refers to as early retirement. I didn't have to go to work today, which allows me a certain amount of face time with my television.

(editor's note; imagine a pearly gate scene where St. Peter is reading through my dossier and trying to make the idol judgment call, "well carson, you did get a bit carried away with that whole PIR thing a bit back.")

I should be doing something productive; filing for unemployment, setting up my new computer, laundry, beach, cleaning. But please, I'll have plenty of time for all of that.

Really I want to see this girl win...... A NEW CAR!!!

But it's a ford, so maybe I don't care too much.

She's not going to win anyway, she relies on the crowd too much, thinks society is going to pull her through, and that's faith ladies and gentlemen. Did it work, no, why would it? Half the fun of gambling is losing, well 51% if your lucky, and PIR goes the same way, it's just as fun (if not more fun) to see them lose. It falls under the whole, 'How would you appreciate the sun without the night" theory.

("I didn't mean it Peter, it was a joke, something I did more for my amusement than others, I mean Bob's not really God is he? Cause if he is I don't want him to hold any of this against me. I like old people and puppies. I swear. And I never said anything about the old man that was intentionally hurtful. Never.")

I'll leave you with some questions, (,not are you going to make it into heaven, that one's a humdinger. )

First, are they going to change the commercial format once these baby boomer's kick? Like Mickey's 40s for the college crowd, or anti-depressants rather than supplements.

Second, where's the after party? Because I think that would also be a humdinger.

And lastly, what's the best Price prize you can possibly think of? I'm going to make a list, and I bet mine is better than yours. I'll bet a personalized PIR against a faked comment about me going to George Clooney's party last night.

Until then, stay flossy.

Flossy, flossy.

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