Dan of the Day Archive - 7/2010

If I had wings, I would soar through the air, flit above the treetops, and strafe the couples kissing in the park.

For some reason, the Be-good-or-we’ll-sell-you-to-the-Gypsies threat works on the kids, but not the cat. Maybe he knows Gypsies don’t buy cats.

My manager chewed me out for not doing my job right. Which is hypocritical, because he obviously botched it when he hired me.

After months of flight school and hours in the cockpit, I suddenly realized that I was not, in fact, being trained to be a pirate.