12:02pm- After a year of trusting my brokerage account to an Ameriprise advisor I met at a burger joint called Clown Alley, portfolio is as limp as a non-Vlasic pickle. As if living during Black Friday, decide to jump out office window in despair. Window only one story off ground. Am not making good decisions.
5:16pm- Take stick of butter out of fridge. Realizing it has been in there for over year, give it tentative sniff. Not smelling much offensive, dart tongue out to lick exposed end. Instant death.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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All the ways I meet my demise on a given day. These scenarios play out as overly dramatic movies in my head daily, hourly, sometimes by the minute. Eventually, I suppose, one of them will be correct. Until then, this is how I died today...
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2 comments:
Well, if you gotta go, it should be because of a decision made at Clown Alley. Is Clown Alley still around? I used to be a semi-regular, but haven't been in years.
Oh, it most certainly IS! You should make it a priority to go again. Don't make the clowns sad.
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