This week's question: Gordon, what's your cure for the rainy-day blues?
My cure for the rainy-day blues is the same for my sunny-day blues. I guess I just like beer.
Also, after I get a few in me, I like to call family members and say things like, "I know we've had our differences, but can I borrow $4300? These guys I owe, they don't mess around. Plus, I kinda told them where you live. Anyway, what's up?"
Rain is a great way to water your lawn, but a horrible way to wash your ancient document collection. Found that out the hard way.
When I was little, my dad told me that rain was God crying and thunder was God getting mad. Isn't that silly? Like God could ever get mad! Then my dad made up this ridiculous story about God getting so mad one time that he cried real hard to flood the world in order to kill everyone except some guy named Noah that he wanted to put in the Bible. It was the craziest story. There was even a zoo boat and an inbreeding element to the story which I can't remember right now.
Anyways, I guess I'm not making much sense. I'm still drinking beer, 'cause it's raining somewhere.
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