Is there anything better than discussing old Bugs Bunny cartoons with a bund of a drunk old fools in a brewpub on a way too warm Sunday afternoon? As the old timers remember specific episodes and scenes from those long ago cartoons and you just sit there wishing that you could be a cartoon character. But another beer seems to be in order as you listen to the old timers pivot to old Popeye cartoons. Political correction left the building hours ago but you are feeling pretty good.
Al Bundy called it
Don’t fucking run off a cliff
We all knew better
We didn’t need to be told
We just knew it wasn’t wise
And the conversation continues and I am forced to remember my boyhood idol Bugs Bunny. Yes, we have all too much dominion to the safety mothers and the panic babies. Yes we need a bit of common sense to counteract the tomfoolery. Yes, I always wonder why I can’t buy dynamite or explosive material at the Acme. But maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t supposed to take a fucking cartoon too seriously
I didn’t jump off cliff
or blow up a few fingers
I just knew better
maybe just parents too wise
to not advise right or wrong