The homeless problem in my neighborhood was recently "solved" with the installation of an iron gate at the opening of the alcove in the vacant building across the street from my office. Now you may ask "where will the homeless sleep"? And I will answer "not my problem". See? Homeless problem solved. That was easy.
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That strange sour feeling you feel in your tomach is the razor sharp edge of my sarcastic wit. My wife thought you wouldn't recognize the entry as sarcasm. This is your last warning. Hence forth all sarcasm shall be delivered unannounced.
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