jog light bumper sticker

I was issued a challenge. Someone used the "Why?" field to ask why I didn't write about four words which didn't make up a phrase. Have I really found myself in a rut, where even with a simple concept of writing about four words, that I had completely ignored an infinitely large source of four words: words that weren't connected in a phrase?

I'd kick myself in the pants if I wasn't sitting down. Perhaps it would help if I was wearing pants as well, but I just sold my last pair on eBay. My wife said she'd buy me some more, but she was home sick today. While, at one point, it would have made sense for me to go out any buy my own pants, the fact that I have no more pants makes that a little bit silly, don't it?

Did I mention it's snowing out? You wouldn't want me out in the snow with no pants, now would you?

Alright, so maybe you would. But just because you'd prefer I catch a cold, or something worse, doesn't mean I will cave in to the pressures.

But wait, where was I? Oh yeah. Jog. I don't jog. Next word.

Light. You light up my life... Now I have that cheesy song in my head. (grumble)

Bumper. Has anyone noticed that bumpers seem to have become vesitigal? Just like our appendix, bumpers are now sitting there on our cars looking like they are useful and full of safety goodness, but they are made out of the same sheet metal or fiberglass as the rest of the car, and you know the first good tap against the car behind you when you're parallel parking and there goes the whole thing. I mean they test those things with 5mph impact tests these days. Well, when I was a kid, we'd drive trucks into cars at 50mph and those big, rubber bumpers would just bounce us off. Kind of like flubber, but without the fuzzy wuzzy Disney appeal.

Sticker. I've been called a sucker before, but never a sticker. "Hey you! Yes you, the one that sticks up for everyone. You sticker!" And all the kids laughed. Boo Hoo! Mom, they called me a sticker at school today. All the kids hate me.

Wow, that was easy. I could have gone on and on and on. Hey, why not give me 8 words. Maybe 10. Heck, why not make it a double dozen.

(I didn't say they'd be good.)