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Musing With Mitch
by Mitchell Kobriger
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If you're playing poker with those Iraqi most-wanted playing cards, never draw for a Mahmoud flush.
I'm not buying any more popcorn until someone tells me where Orville Redenbacher is.
Kids these days don't know a damn thing about archery.
You can keep your high-thread-count Egyptian cotton. I like my sheets with a little "scratch" to them, thank you.
Well, Mitch's birthday is coming up on November 16, and you all know what that means: all the sweet pickles I can eat.
For my money, when it comes to mulch, make mine pine-bark.
I went to a place that was serving flavored coffee. Who the hell would want that?
Is it "Autumn" or "Fall"? Let's choose one already and stick with it.
Idea! I like Blow Pops, but someone should make bubble gum with a lollipop center.
They say everybody has a book in them, but they're wrong.
I bet one of those Segway scooter things would look pretty cool in a Jackass stunt.
I could be persuaded to run for president, but only if I can bring my own barber.
A Jeopardy! category Mitch would love to see: "Good Ol' Boys."
Can't someone on God's green earth make a cotton-candy-flavored popcorn, or vice versa?
Note to the late, great Eddie Rabbitt: I, too, love a rainy night.
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