Pandemic humor.

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Because I’m still here and still trying to find the humor in it.

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I remember climbing over seats into the back of our station wagon and sticking my feet out the rear window while my parents barreled down the Jersey Turnpike to the shore. How the hell did any of us survive to adulthood?

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This is why we’re not traveling. People be morons.

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Now if someone could just tell me how I can apply Dizzy Izzy…. my life will be complete.

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Good grief, I hope not. That will seriously impede my martini consumption.

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20 thoughts on “Pandemic humor.”

  1. I’m with you on our childhoods, seriously. I remember my elementary school playground equipment being made of metal baking in the sun all day, swings made out of chains that had bolts, teeter totters made of splintering wood, merry go rounds of pure molten metal that spun so fast we’d fall off. I mean it was fun but I too wonder how we survived our childhoods. My grandfather would let us sit on the tailgate of his truck WHILE HE WAS STILL DRIVING it!

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  2. The good Dr wearing a box of masks…hmmm, earlier today I saw a picture of him wearing a package of Oscar Myer Bologna! Masks look better on him! 🙂

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