Further, the sun gets no appreciation whatsoever from its customers. Not only do we smear ourselves in oil to avoid its healing rays but we don sunglasses to block it out. As Rodney Dangerfield would say, no respect, I get no respect at all.
I would be pissed off too if I was the sun.
Don’t tell Hank Johnson (the Guam is tipping over Senator) about this he may think it’s a good idea to create a sun tax to ease the sun’s struggle.
Me too, especially when it's insulted for not working. Most here are probably too young to recall Frankie Laine's big hit song "Lucky Old Sun."
The lyric goes: "Up in the mornin'/Out on the job/I work like the devil for my pay./I know that lucky old sun, has nothin' to do/But roll around heaven all day."
Sequester Sun!