#302 – Sleepless
Posted on January 31, 2012 at 12:00 am by Chris
Chapter: Comic
Sometimes it’s not the object that was stolen that causes the most grief it’s what was inside. It’s not so much that I miss my wallet as much as I miss all the cash that was in it. It’s not so much that I miss my pants as I miss my legs that were in them.
Tags: bed, house, theft
Not so much the car, but the twenty pounds of sizzling fajita meat that was in the trunk.
Not so much the identity, but the beautiful, fair, and enthusiastic person it identified.
Not so much the house, or even the bed that was in it, as my fiancee that was sleeping in it. Ah, well– that’s life.
Not so much the car, but the full tank of gas. Dang.
maybe a reference to robin hood men in tights? that’ll teach you to pay your property tax.