Pressing Concerns

I don't know what kind of lives people are leading around here, but I noticed about half a dozen condoms in the parking lot outside my office yesterday, along with a half-empty apple juice bottle full of what I've decided to just assume is apple juice. All this is just from this weekend. Nobody's touched any of this stuff so far. I think we're all just hoping it washes down the storm next time it rains. It's supposed to rain tomorrow.

Also, I have this awful feeling of dread that it's just a matter of time before somebody gets famous as a Jewish rapper, propelled into the national musical and religious spotlight by the surprise success of his infectious dancefloor hit, "Challah Back."

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