Friday

my con man

My con man tells me I need a new tube amp.

My con man tells me that a Coke with lunch won’t hurt.

My con man tells me I’m too tired to hit the gym.

My con man tells me I don’t have time to write today.

My con man tells me I can cut the grass tomorrow.

My con man tells me snickers loves me.

My con man tells me set the book on the table instead of putting it back.

My con man tells me that everyone knows I’m the man for the job.

My con man tells me that I look good for my weight.

My con man tells me that I need to go yard selling.

My con man tells me that this TV show is interesting.

My con man tells me that my film cameras still have a future.

My con man tells me that I can diet tomorrow.

My con man tells me that my brother gives me a good deal when he sells me something.

As you can see, my con man tells me a lot of stuff. I’ll bet your con man tells you a lot of stuff too. They’re great fellows; they only have our best interests at heart. They know that if you do what they tell you to do that you will be happy.

You’re not happy when you diet, you’re not happy when you exercise, why should your con man tell you to do something like that?

It’s time to figure out how to change the con mans mind.

1 comment:

BlogDog said...

Sort of like Dewey (on "Malcolm in the Middle") watching TV and the furry toy starts talking directly to him: "Your parents really want to buy you for me. I'll make you better looking and popular!"

Yep. That guy lives in me too.