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30 Days of Writing - #21 - Favours I'd Ask of Satan



In no particular order:

That there be no such thing as  high cholesterol.

That I could drink as much as I wanted without a hangover.

That I'd win the lottery.

That I could sing in a supergroup featuring Bob Dylan, Neil Young and Eric Clapton.

That I could sing.

That my wife let me buy madras shorts to golf in.


Head on over to We Work For Cheese to see what the rest of those yahoos would ask of Satan.

Comments

Cheryl P. said…
Hahahahaha That is so good, Dufus. I will be thinking of my list today as well. I am thinking that maybe just a really good lottery win and being able to eat anything I want without worrying about gaining weight would pretty much do it for me...well that and world peace.
Maro Maro said…
I do agree that it appears Neil Young hasn't sold out or whatever but aren't his tickets outrageously cheap. But if that's because he doesn't use sponsorship than I guess that's cool. http://concerts.ticketpolice.com/neil-young-tickets/
babs (beetle) said…
Ditto to all of those, except the drinking one ;)
Tami Von Zalez said…
What no madras? Can't a guy get any respect? *said in my best Rodney Dangerfield voice*


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P.J. said…
Yes to the shorts!
laughing mom said…
Does your wife golf with you? If not, why does she care what you wear?
Barb said…
I actually bought the blue ones pictured for my hubby! He wears them to golf occasionally! ;)
Quirky Loon said…
I'm very concerned.


Why won't your wife let you wear the Madras?


I'm very worried.


I may need more than ONE diet dr. pepper to ponder and muse this.


*smile*
Lauren said…
What you said except for buying madras shorts to golf in. Satan probably has custom shorts made with a back flap for his tail.
nonamedufus said…
Oh I wouldn't stop at madras shorts. Have you ever seen John Daly's pants? Google "John Daly pants pics"
nonamedufus said…
I was just kidding. I'm gonna buy a pair and see what she says!
nonamedufus said…
Okay! Lucky guy!
nonamedufus said…
My point exactly! No, she doesn't golf.
nonamedufus said…
Yay!!!
nonamedufus said…
My wife has very high standards. Me, on the other hand...
nonamedufus said…
Ha, ha. Cheers!
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I don't want to be too selfish. Just the lottery win would be enough for me.
Lauren said…
I see your point. I just Googled his pants. Yikes!!!
nonamedufus said…
Yeah madras is pretty tame compared to those!
Lauren said…
They're like Picasso sporting wear.

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