Predator Press: Wise Investing

Predator Press

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As a male, I have a preoccupation with the family’s “Investment Strategy.”

Terri is always “401k this,” and “stocks ‘n bonds that.”

All that Wall Street hocus-pocus never excited me much: I always thought we should simply buy a waterbed frame that I can just lie in and, fed by tubes, slowly fill up to exactly the size of my coffin.

Life insurance? O hell no. Just spray the lining with PAM and flip me into the cemetery!

See, I’m thinking of installing a garage door right in the bedroom. Terri –once she’s acquired the proper OSHA certifications- could theoretically drive a forklift right in. Modern forklifts –and I’m speaking of the ones with electric batteries- can run without issue for eight hour stretches. I would probably top out at about six hundred pounds -well below specifications.

From our location, we could make it to Alcatraz, Los Angeles, the San Andreas Fault and the Sequoia National Park with a good 50 hours of hard driving and intercepting charged batteries via strategic Fed-Ex locations.

-But I think Terri is just plain lazy.