Rich people: why they get the raw end of the stick.

This is not a blog about money. I in fact have no earthly idea what it's permanently going to be about. I guess that leaves aliens. But not today. Today's topic: rich people.

"Oh, to be rich!" you may say. But think about it. What do Rich People have that you don't? "A lot," you may say. However, do you really wan't all that extra junk that Rich People have? Remember, you would have to worry about all that extra junk, like cars, and houses, and...ok. Forget this.

Next topic: cheese doodles. Hmm...isn't this lovely...well...and how are you...well that's lovely...yes...no...no...no...no...no...ok.

Next topic: why people should take prescribed medicine. I've been told that I'm an expert on this (I'm not sure why) so I will write about it.

Medicine that is prescribed by doctors is very often prescribed for a reason. Let's begin with that fact. Nobody has any objections? You? What's your name? I didn't ask if Bob had objections, I asked if Nobody did. Kindly shut up. Thank you, you may take your seat now. No, in the corner. And put on the pointy hat. Cat's are people too you know. Unless you're a dog person which would make you a homo sapiens and not a cat and therefore you wouldn't qualify for the federal tax exemption that they're offering on foreign cars. We all want some of that don't we? Cake is good. Have it and eat it too. Why not? Live a little why don't 'cha'. Why do we expect cash registers to go "cha-ching". We live in the twenty-first century (at least that's what we've been told by the so called "experts"). What I'm saying is that there's plenty of noise to go round. Can't the cash registers quiet down a little? It's not asking for much. I don't think. I almost never do. It's such a bother to think. Oftentimes I set aside time every day to think. I often eat cake while doing it--setting aside the time I mean, the thinking never actually occurs. Doctor's are the dumbest people alive. That thought just came to me, enlightened I guess you'd say I am, no offense to any doctors out there. I am a certified expert on doctors (I've been told this, I'm not sure why, I've been to so many they kinda blur). Just take my word for it. Ha ha ho ho he he. Bippity Boppity Boo. The mouse sat on my shoe, but I couldn't do anything about it because of my dang medication! I'm not supposed to stress myself out.