Any day that starts with a visit to an Oncologist is a day that has to get better. Doctors still give me the willies even after all of my cancer related BS. I got a clean bill of health but I still have to go through their annoying little requirements each time I visit. Screw it, no more doctors talk. Let’s smile just a little with a few retro bumper stickers to get started today. Welcome back to the 60’s and 70’s.

EAT YOUR HEART OUT. I’M MARRIED.

LIFE’S TO SHORT TO FEEL GUILTY

BUMPER STICKERS ARE JUST NOT ENOUGH

I’M SO BROKE I CAN’T EVEN PAY ATTENTION

GOD IS COMING AND SHE’S PISSED OFF

I think I had one or two of those on my 1973 orange Gremlin. I sure miss that car. And just for the hell of it here is a rather lengthy epithet from a fine poet in Wolverhampton, Straffordshire, England. I’m guessing this was written sometime between 1845-1855. It’s obvious that the author was no Longfellow.

Here lies the bones of Joseph Jones

Who ate while he was able.

But once o’er fed he dropt down dead,

And fell beneath the table.

When from the tomb to meet his doom

He rises amidst the sinners.

Since he must dwell in heav’n or hell

Take him – which gives the best dinners.

T.G.I.N.M,T,or W.