Monday, January 14, 2013
YOLO
Why does everyone keep using this "YOLO" thing? Yellow Oysters Laugh Oddly? Yucatan Orchids Languish Ornately? Yuppies Offer Light Oranges? Yorktown Officers Like Oldies? Your Oak Lamp Oozed? WHAT, exactly, am I supposed to draw from this gentlemanly acronym? I'm confused. We can't just throw it around like a catch phrase. You can't just say, "Let's eat Taco Bell! YOLO!" What if Taylor Swift heard that? "Sparrow hunting is rad! YOLO!" Okay. Why don't we just nuke Latvia? After all, YOLO. "I had a turkey for breakfast this morning. YOLO." What? Just today I heard someone say, "I was going to go to New Hampshire over the break, but my turnips needed caring after. YOLO." Hmmm. What should I be thinking right now? That elk aren't cool after all? That I can choose where I shop for muffin mix? That Matt Damon is a hippie? You'd want me to think those things, but I refuse. Eat your own fudge, Mr. Rodgers. YOLO.
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