“Oh, she says well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.”
Kurt Vonnegut, when he tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope (via deadlyrhythms)
Since my dad’s retired he now spends days on simple tasks just to have something to do. It drives my stepmother crazy. He needed a pair of shorts recently and went to every single store in town, just in case, even the farm supply shop. Living the dream, man.