- pug dogs would have a reasonable amount of skin on their face.
- boot would rhyme with foot.
- we'd get paid for the time we spend preparing for, commuting to, talking about, and unwinding from work.
- radio stations would keep their contest money and play some bloody music.
- all of a woman's issues could be fixed with WD-40 and duct tape.
- answering machines would come with a get-to-the-point button.
- breeding laws would limit couples to one chile per 75 IQ points.
- atheletes would retire only once.
- no man, including the husband, would ever be invited to a baby shower.
- traffic lights would change when we honk at them.
- OJ Simpson would have married Lorena Bobbitt.
- priests who hear confessions would get paid the same as shrinks.
- every driver would understand the Merge Concept.
- out TV's brightness control would turn up the intelligence.
- if an officer has to tackle the suspect to make an arrest, the officer would be entitled to three free punches.
- when people graduate high school, they'd also graduate high school mentality.
- the game of 'peekaboo' would have an official end.
- decaf coffee would come in a different color.
- political speech writers would deliver the speeches.
- freeways would grow at the same rate as the population.
- all movies would be formatted to fit your screen without apology or explanation.
- when a woman gets a permanent, that's it--no changing.
- lawyers would speak a language that humans understand.
- walkie-talkie cell phones would exist only in hell, where they were invented.
- sick days would include when you're sick of work.
- when teams lose on Fan Appreciation Day, spectators would get their money back.
- naming your son Sandy would qualify as child abuse.
- weight gain would be caused not by food but by some undelicious thing like televangelism.
- the Meyers would get together with the Myers and settle the spelling once and for all.
- a man and woman would never know which one will end up pregnant.
- football games would never end on a field goal.
- we could surgically remove that part of our brain that plays the same snippet of music over and over and over.
- everyone would die on their one-hundredth birthday while having sex.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
In a Perfect World....by Jason Love
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