Nothing to say on a humid day

Never realized I knew how to schmooze...
Always did know that I could snooze.

With me please don't get bored
Joan won't give me another award

Because, don't you see
It's all about me.

And when I have nothing to post
And instead just give up the ghost

I hope you don't care
'Cause I'm not really all there.

Got this in an e-mail ~

Little Bruce and Jenny are only 10 years old, but they just know they are in love. One day they decide that they want to get married, so Bruce goes to Jenny's father to ask him for her hand. Bruce bravely walks up to him and says "Mr. Smith, me and Jenny are in love and I want to ask you for her hand in marriage."

Thinking that this was just the cutest thing, Mr. Smith replies, "Well, Bruce, you are only 10. Where will you two live?"

Without even taking a moment to think about it, Bruce replies "In Jenny's room. It's bigger than mine and we can both fit there nicely."

Still thinking this is just adorable, Mr. Smith says with a huge grin,
"Okay then how will you live?You're not old enough to get a job. You'll need to support Jenny."

Again, Bruce instantly replies, "Our allowances, Jenny makes 5 bucks a week and I make 10 bucks a week. That's about 60 bucks a month and that should do us just fine."

By this time Mr. Smith is a little shocked that Bruce has put so much thought into this. He thinks for a moment trying to come up with something that Bruce won't have an answer to.

After a second, Mr. Smith says, "Well Bruce, it seems like you have got everything all figured out. I just have one more question for you. What will you do if the two of you should have little ones of your own?"

Bruce just shrugs his shoulders and says, "Well, we've been lucky so far."

Mr. Smith no longer thinks the little shit is adorable.