I want a momet now. A momet with a cute, little blonde stripe down it’s back.
I hit rock bottom today and almost bought a journal with inspirational messages in it. You know, a leather-bound, important looking book with messages printed at the top of each page like, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.–Wayne Gretzky”, or “A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.–Francis Bacon.”
Maybe I’m jaded, but I have little patience for inspirational messages. Who has the energy for inspiration? You know what gets me motivated? Coffee. Eight hours of sleep. My wife naked. The mortgage. That’s about it.
What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple needs.
So screw you, Sir Francis Bacon. I don’t need your inspiring quips.
Now, what I do love, are misspelled inspirational messages. Like this beautiful little nugget on my coffee cup. Right on the lip of the cup, it reads, “Love the Momet.”
It’s my favorite mug. I love to…
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