Notably, the faster I drive, the longer it takes me to get to my destination.
The more money I spend, the fatter my bank account gets.
The more food I eat, the skinnier I get.
The more I drink, the soberer I get.
I can't tell you what a relief it is to know that there's someone else out there that I can relate with.
Oops. Gotta go. My one hour of recreation for the week is over. Back to my cell I go. Back into my Snuggie. Which reminds me of something else I've been wondering about. Does every Snuggie come with arms that cross over the chest and fasten in the back? It doesn't look like it from the commercials.
LOL. Best post of the day!