Okay, so two men walked into a bar. You'd think one of them would have seen it.
Why did the woman cross the road? Who cares? Why is she out of the kitchen?
I'm moving again.
Yeah, not so much funny.
We just moved. And we just moved before that.
This will be our fifth apartment just in this neighbohood. Maybe we are really gypies or something, and it's our fate to wander. Maybe I should get those awesome hoop earings and full colorful skirts. I already have scarves. And tamborines! I can play and sing for money!
Or just get boxes. To pack my stuff in. Again.
There's a lesson here, I know. About the transience of life and how this world is not real. I should write it up and tie it all in beautifully. But I am too grumpy because I have to MOVE, you see.
Blaugh. Argh. And other expressions of disgust usually only found in comic books.
What did the landlord say to the tennant? I'm selling the apartment and you have to leave!