So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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The Theme Thursday is unusual and interesting.
The blue shoe: Ez
The black and white with yellow inner sole: Henry
The brown one: Yours
The black one: Jen (Hope she doesnt hit me with a virtual broom!!! ;-p)
Now, for the grades.....
Feel better!
Big yellow: you
small black: henry
little blue: ez
Get better soon.
Like the shoes' photo. Reminded me of the Goldilocks and three bears.
Papa bear, Mumma bear, child bear and Goldilocks.
How are my favourite grandsons?
I seem to remember a few that ever went the twenty miles in a blizzard or all uphill or something just as difficult.
Great post. As always you had the Old Salt in stitches.