I suppose it would be profitable to own a motorcycle dealership in Karachi. I don’t think you’ll get a lot of upsells at checkout for helmets and leathers, however. Our hero is impeccably dressed, however, and with apologies to Warren Zevon, his hair is perfect. He’s obviously on his way to some high-powered job somewhere in Pakistan, like water buffalo wrangling or tea smuggling. …
Well. There’s a reason my Irish friends and I used to call Saint Patrick’s Day “Amateur Hour.” Any day set aside on the calendar to act completely out of character generally ends in tears. I mean, picture “You’re a Rodeo Clown” day, or maybe, “Knife Throwing Can’t Be That Hard de Mayo,” or the “Scuba Diving Just This Once” celebration. That’s basically what Saint Patrick’s Day is to the average person. …
The early bird catches the worm. Carpe Diem. Make hay while the sun shines. Strike while the iron is hot. Put your shoulder to the wheel, and your finger on the siren. …
Here’s to you, Mr.Theresnowayi’mgoingoutsideinslippersandatoqueandshovelingthedrivewaythefootballgameisonandijustgotmysnuggiearrangedjustso.
See, this guy gets it. You buy radio-controlled toys for your kids at Christmastime, and let them play with them for several minutes. Then they get bored and go back to playing Clash of Clans on their smartphones. Bwahahaha. Now it’s your turn. …