People justify their existence in this world by doing all kinds of useful things.
Like:
Running for public office.
Balancing other people's checkbooks.
Rotating tires.
Driving large trucks filled with Hershey's chocolate to needy chocoholics.
Dying large swaths of colorful fabric to inspire quilters everywhere.
Stocking grocery shelves with delicacies like Sour Cream and Onion Pringles.
Being the support person for a working person. [Everyone needs one of those.]
Repairing large municipal hunks of equipment necessary for keeping a big city running properly.
Bailing hay.
Keeping irrigation ditches flowing freely.
Constructing Egg McMuffins.
Manufacturing Junior Mints. [I love you guys!]
Teaching children.
Mowing grass.
(I think we get the idea Cupcake. So stop already.)
Okay.
This is how I am justifying my existence today:
Homemade blackberry pie from fresh picked berries in S.'s garden.
(That's pretty paltry compared to some of those things on the above list. You DO realize this…)
Yeah.
But I'm working with what I've got here.
You have brains, I have berries. I'd rather eat pie than brains.
(All that proves is that you aren't a Zombie.)
Well, I'll take that as a compliment.
(You have very low self esteem.)
I wonder why?
(I have no idea whatsoever, Dillweed.)
Sigh.
Pass that pie over here.
Homemade blackberry pie from fresh picked berries in S.'s garden.
(That's pretty paltry compared to some of those things on the above list. You DO realize this…)
Yeah.
But I'm working with what I've got here.
You have brains, I have berries. I'd rather eat pie than brains.
(All that proves is that you aren't a Zombie.)
Well, I'll take that as a compliment.
(You have very low self esteem.)
I wonder why?
(I have no idea whatsoever, Dillweed.)
Sigh.
Pass that pie over here.