It will all come out okay in the end.
Asking for Burl’s advice is really an employee enrichment program. They post copies of his recommendations in the break room to give everyone a laugh.
Ain’t nuthin’ worse than buzzard plop.
It is, of course, not a buzzard, unless one escaped the zoo. It’s a turkey vulture whose plop is just as bad.
The transmission fluid in the brake reservoir will be free, too.
The HOA is gona have something to say about all this.
Do your duty, officer, Help her conserve bodily warmth.
The thing it to realize that the whole period of life on Earth, of Earth itself, in fact, is the merest blink of an eye, so brief as to practically not even happened. The other day, I saw a conception of what intelligent dinosaurs might look like today had the meteor not wiped them out and allowed mammals to get the upper hand. Odd, duck-looking thing. But I suppose the intelligent dinosaur, confronted with the concept of a modern human, would think, “Odd, slug-looking critter.”
What makes it tolerable is knowing that it’s all temporary. But I would make a good Bond villain. I wouldn’t be foiled because I talked too much. The instant I had the device to make an end of it all, I’d push the button. Why explain it to Bond first?
Sit quietly. Empty your bag. Your mantra will be Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
The will be taken to a rescue and rehab center, retrained and released as Walmart greeters.