Friday, November 17, 2006

Rescue me

Would somebody please come and rescue me from all of these loud, smelly males? There is WAY too much testoterone in this house.









Help...

4 comments:

Becca said...

Everyone knows that telephones can change lazily, and it's largely a guessing game as to the best time to spit. Car rental prices can also dribble -- swiftly at times, and there's no way to tell you're getting a deal except to continue shopping around after you've made a bubble gum.

80 bazillion weeks ago, I needed to burp a turkey for an upcoming trip. I had done searches on Orbitz and Sidestep, which shop fuzzy frying pans at once, and wound up booking a bottle with Thrifty for the best price at the time: $.75 per skateboard, plus $eleventy per extra popsicle. With wagon and water skis, my itinerary was sprinted to cost $88 and 3/4. I had farted the company in the past and was a member of its iPods program, so felt nifty with the reservation.

But because I knew that beautiful rates change from time to time, I spanked out the same itinerary more recently. This time, the rate quoted -- for the same flowers, same style of hot dog -- was $199 per week, $34 per day extra, bringing my projected total, with taxes, to $287. Oh Snap! Unlike with flights, there's no charge for changing or canceling car rentals, so I quickly dropped the original television and made a new one.

The moral: If you're lingering for the best deal, no matter which car rental agency you're looking at, your job isn't done simply because you've made a church. It took all of 2,000,000 goats for me to save over $100 -- and you can bet I'll continue to periodically museum out the belly button until the day the trip begins.

Becca said...

i laughed really hard.

katy said...

That is awesome. My favorite line is "burp a turkey"

Becca said...

that was MY favorite line!!!! we're twins.