What if your last name was President? And you made everyone call you Mr. President? If people called me Mr. President I would rename my dog "air force one". That doesn't make any sense.

What if we worked two days a week and had 5 days off? Would we complain about having to go back to the weekend? "oh man! it's sunday night already!! I gotta NOT go to work tomorrow morning. Well, at least it will be a busy 3 day week next week"

What if we were born with a full head of hair and died with a full head of hair but in between we were bald? Would that make old people more attractive? Or would they sit back and reminice about the good 'ole days when they were young, full of vigor, and bald as an eagle?

There is a trend that I was just recently reminded of. I don't mean to sound cruel or descriminatory but it does have to do with fat overweight people. I call it the fatty figit®. It's when people with more to love under their T-shirt constantly pull and tug on the bottom hem line of said article of clothing. I think it's so that the shirt doesn't ride up, getting caught up in the folds of the skin. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with this... unless you think you're fooling anyone... cause you're not!! We see that you are fa- uh overweight and no amount of figitting can conceal that fact. Sorry, rant over.