Wednesday, January 7, 2009

WHY, WHY, WHY?????

Why do people keep running over a thread a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?



Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they already know there is not enough money?


Why does someone believe you when you say there are 4 billion stars, but have to check when you say the paint is still wet?



Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?



Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?



Why do kamikaze pilots wear helmets?


How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?


Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?


Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?


Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use, the bubbles are always white?


Why is there an S in the word "lisp"?


Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are dead?




A day without a smile is like a day without sunshine.....
keep smiling, my friends!!!!!
Thank you to VoV, V-Cat, Basric and all who made the pictures available!

8 comments:

Améthyste said...

Why am i trying to answer all this thing even if i know there is NO answer!!!!

Give me some aspirin i think i'll hzve an headache!!

PurpleVixen7 said...

I use to think about those whys,often;but know I think all day long only about one thing-VDO!!He can help to answer those questions!!;)

Anonymous said...

Why, when I go to the cinema alone,and go to buy a ticket, am I always asked 'Just one?' I always long to say 'No, I have a dwarf beside me, but I'm trying to get him in for free' ;0)

Anonymous said...

Diane, I have actually told them before when they ask "Yes, no wait, does my friend need one?" When they ask where my friend is I get all confrontational and say they are right here and point to nothing. Then start whispering to myself as I walk into the theatre.

The only question that keeps me up at night anymore is: Why can't Vincent be single? and why can't I live in New York?

~VDO'obessed

fuzzytweetie said...

Diane, Obsessed ROTFLMAO. I knew I liked you guys for a reason:0)! All of us vixens seem to have a pretty wicked sense of humor!!

BASRIC said...

Now I'll spend the rest of the day confused. At least Bobby is suffering with me

Kimberly said...

I love your blog..very funny stuff...and GREAT subject matter!

fuzzytweetie said...

Thank you Kimberly and WELCOME!! Hope you stop by again!