David Cordell
Runnin' on empty??? Hardly! Dude, it's time to get your second wind, if you'll pardon the metaphor switch.
I have been tempted to challenge my students to a 50 yard dash. I'm almost certain that I can beat most of the guys and all of the girls, and I'm not even a jogger. Not sure if that is a comment on 1) the sorry state of my students' fitness, 2) my totally out-of-touch ego, or 3) a subliminal death wish. (I am sure Tommy can add a creative #4.)
OK. Women, please stop reading.
Guys, I think we need to come up with a clever riff on the old Peggy Lee song, "I'm a Woman" or the annoying Helen Reddy song "I Am Woman." Here's a start, to be sung to the tune of Helen Reddy's song.
I'm a man, hear me belch,
From pressure far too high to squelch,
But I love my Shiner Bock, so stop complaining.
You can have your petits fours,
While I knock down a few s'mores,
And I'm not concerned about the weight I'm gaining.
(Chorus)
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