Nostradamus, The Musical

I don’t know why I said that, I have no intention of singing. You can all be happy for that one, trust me.

But I have begun to realize, I may just be a seer of future events. Or maybe I’m just smarter than the average bear, I don’t know. But rolling the tape back to the early 70’s, I remember having this thought… “Around about June of 1999, some government clerk is going to look at the warehouse full of forms that all say 19__ and go, uh oh.”

Now I didn’t even consider computers at the time, but Y2K was what I predicted.

Then later on I met a guy in the home loan industry. I don’t know a darn thing about banking, but this guy told me he could get a loan for just about anyone with a pulse, and I thought to myself, “That just isn’t right.”

I didn’t predict the economic meltdown, but I knew it was a problem.

So with that in mind, I am going to tell you a list of things that aren’t right, and will turn out badly, and someone can keep track if you want, or not, I don’t care.

Botox. Injecting botulism under your skin… what could go wrong there?

Lap band surgery… You’re fat, and you’re having surgery. Surgery is never a good idea when the word elective goes in front of it.

Lasix surgery. No thanks, I’ll wear my glasses.

There may be others later, but right now it’s late and I’m tired. At least I don’t have to write all this in quatrains…

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