Some of us spend our life, full of desperation and Bon Jovi hatred while others find a cure for malaria.
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11 thoughts on “I can’t figure out how Jill Y needs 17,000 pairs of shoes when she only has 12,233 feet. Meanwhile in China…”
Excuse me but everyone is ignoring the 17,000 pound gorilla in the room. Any loafer could see why all capitalism would fail if saints like Jill Y did not un-clog the economy and never flip-flop on the importance of pump-ing up sales of all kinds and manners of shoes. You go, Jill Y. I’m on your team…in my pink tennis shoes, of course.
Are you calling Jill Y fat?
I just spend five minutes trying to sing happy birthday to Tu Youyou … definitely not easy. I hope no one gifts her a yo-yo.
Mark, would you give a tutu to Tu Youyou?
You bet!
You end up with the best tongue twister ever.
And yet, I can’t speak them out loud to save my life …
Oh Bill Y, I would see why this would be confusing to youyou and everyone else?
I see what you did there Don Don’s and it was class! lol
Bill Y, you…you…funny man, you. You should have won–because laughter is the best medicine, and where laughter is concerned, you’re the doctor.
As far as I’m concerned, you write the laughter prescriptions around here.
Excuse me but everyone is ignoring the 17,000 pound gorilla in the room. Any loafer could see why all capitalism would fail if saints like Jill Y did not un-clog the economy and never flip-flop on the importance of pump-ing up sales of all kinds and manners of shoes. You go, Jill Y. I’m on your team…in my pink tennis shoes, of course.
Are you calling Jill Y fat?
I just spend five minutes trying to sing happy birthday to Tu Youyou … definitely not easy. I hope no one gifts her a yo-yo.
Mark, would you give a tutu to Tu Youyou?
You bet!
You end up with the best tongue twister ever.
And yet, I can’t speak them out loud to save my life …
Oh Bill Y, I would see why this would be confusing to youyou and everyone else?
I see what you did there Don Don’s and it was class! lol
Bill Y, you…you…funny man, you. You should have won–because laughter is the best medicine, and where laughter is concerned, you’re the doctor.
As far as I’m concerned, you write the laughter prescriptions around here.