I hate Christmas. All those twinkling lights and obnoxious shoppers sparkling with Christmas spirit.
I hate liars. They assume I'm stupid and that I can't tell they're yanking my chain. On the rare occaision that I'm caught by surprise by a lie, I feel like a chump. And no one makes Dick Feagler feel like a chump and gets away with it.
I hate people who undo hard work I've done. Why am I busting my ass, if everything is just going to end up worse than if I'd done nothing at all? I might as well give it all up, grow a beard and head for a cave.
I hate puppies. All that slobber and neediness. And they pee everywhere.
*Not actually written by Dick Feagler, a cranky but well intentioned journalist whom I adore. As far as I know, he has nothing against Christmas or puppies.
"I don't see hookers much in the news anymore. They, to me, are an economic indicator. I worry about this town when the hooker trade goes flat."
ReplyDeleteBwahahahaha!
I picture him as sort of Lewis Black's cranky old uncle. Yes? No? Maybe?
Definately.
ReplyDeleteDon't be so sure Flannery. I used to work with his daughter, and even she couldn;t stand him.
ReplyDeleteThere's a broadcast journalist in Cleveland that is super over-the-top, I've seen his stuff on YouTube. My friends and I wonder if elements of his "style" inspired the movie "Anchorman."
ReplyDeleteBut I can't think of his name.
Hmm...I don't watch the news much around here. Is he white?
ReplyDeleteI sure don't wanna make him a chump.
ReplyDeleteI've always loved Dick Feagler. He's the best thing on Sunday morning TV.
ReplyDeleteYou tell it, Feagler!
ReplyDeleteI will find the name of the dude. He's so over-the-top he's awesome.
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