Saturday, September 18, 2010

When Mr. Opportunity Knocks

I was so damn depressed last night, worrying about my hoarding, my Social Security, the economy, the wars, rising poverty, floods and fires, the demise of good rock-and-roll, etc. So I called a suicide center. Somehow I reached one in Pakistan. When I told the hotline person my problem, he became so excited and asked me if I knew how to drive a truck.

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