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Homeland Security



Life in the Slow Lane



I liked things when they were simple.

 

I don’t think my car should flash a message when my left front tire is low.

 

I don’t think it should be giving me turn by turn directions.

 

I certainly don’t need my driver’s seat to move 12 different ways, vibrate or heat up;

 

And I don’t want my side mirrors looking at the curb when I’m trying to park.

 

I don’t require “Cargo space".

 

If I want climate control I’ll open or close a window.

 

When my car is a little under the weather I shouldn’t need a bank of computers running diagnostic tests; I should be able to just listen to it and know.

 

 

The experience of life and the involvement of living it should be left completely up to the driver.

 

 

It’s that simple.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Beware the Swedish Chef

 

Where is my Lamb Chop?

Unraveled somewhere?

Stuck in a lint trap -

with old underwear?

 

 

Statler & Waldorf

reported you ran -

with someone named Oscar

who lived in a can.

 

 

Kermit and Fozzie

and even Miss Pig –

said you laid on a plate

with a green little sprig.

 

 

Gonzo and Big Bird

Kukla and Fran

all want you back –

they just need a hand.

 

Come back to us Lamb Chop

with your cute furry belly -

and hopefully not

with a little mint jelly.
 

 

 

 

 

Fish Taco

Farewell to Art