I went to the grocery store today and the cashier asked me if I wanted to donate a couple bucks to charity.
I really thought about it for awhile . . . and then realized that I didn’t need to.
After all, I’ve always been told it’s the thought that counts, right?
You’re welcome Red Cross. Don’t spend it all in one place.
p.s. If my girlfriend is drop-dead gorgeous, does that make me a necrophiliac? Hmmm.