The Secret to Happiness
My friend Dennis used to say that man's highest achievement wasn't putting a man on the moon or the computer or what-not... our greatest achievement was the invention of the water heater.
You just twist a knob and you get a hot bath, no waiting. No screwin' around with wood and flint; it's just THERE.
He might be right.
I'd have to rank automatic ice cube making machines right up there near the top though. I do love ice and a cool drink.
I've heard some say that comfortable shoes are the key to happiness. I once walked around all day in Manhattan and discovered first hand the wisdom in that. By hour 3, I had replaced my 99 cent flip flops for some sneakers from Pay Less.
Many touchy feely pop psychologists and New Age-y hippies will tell you that love is the key to happiness. Well, give that wheat-germ eatin', yoga-doin' hippie chick all the love you got, but forget to put down the toilet seat one too many times... you'll see how much happiness you get there, buddy. Peace n' Love, baby.
Yeah, I'm going with the on-demand hot water and comfortable shoes thing.
Comments
The key to happiness is...
"Stay out of my shit, and leave me the fuck alone...and I'll do the same in return...you know why?...You Know Why?...YOU KNOW WHY?...
FUUUUUCK YOU!!!!! THAT"S WHY!!!!"
Best advice I ever heard.
Posted by: Lava Girl | December 9, 2006 11:38 PM
Thanks Paula....
you know what?....you know what?...
chicken butt! thats what.
you know why?...you know why?...
Chicken thigh.
you know how? you know how?...
chicken cow.
you know what else?
yer mom.
Posted by: princess | December 12, 2006 10:50 AM
fuck happiness, go with group sex
Posted by: fur burgerness | January 24, 2007 11:15 AM