BearPaw Duck Farm is prepared for famine, and we actually sell Leather Soup. It’s flavored like shoes from 1933, and if you close your eyes while you slurp, you can taste my great grandpa walking around in them.
I dance like both my shoes are nailed to the wall. It goes way beyond mere performance and into the realm of art. I am the Rodin of the music world.
I dance like my legs are made of Jell-O. I know, exotic and romantic, right? But my dancing also now comes in Duck Soup Flavor, and is FOR SALE in small, medium, and buffet-style.
There’s more truth to Elon Musk’s original Sketchers pregnancy meme than in all of his company SpaceX. SpaceX is all hot air, with the occasional fiery explosion, like a Tesla car.
Covering motion stairs with fur does not make a Pet Escalator. Ask me how to convert your retirement nest egg into one giant omelet.
When making soap, the most important ingredient I include is Time. What you smell now is not what you smelled then, or what you’ll smell later, and those small fluctuations, those tiny discrepancies, are the spaces occupied by nostalgia, as the mind works to fill in the gaps.
I once got kicked out of a Kentucky Fried Chicken for shouting at the manager. How could it be Kentucky fried, I argued, if they were making it on location in the kitchen in Jacksonville, Florida?
The waves danced across Lake Taneycomo like liquid ballerinas, and they paused their performance to pass me a soggy scroll that had this scrawled, “Tourists will trade their livelihoods to be entertained.” So I turned off the blaring pirouette music and let them rest their feet.
Artificial Intelligence is here, and it’s going to eat your lunch. But that’s OK, because it’s a buffet. Buy one shoe, get the second one FREE.