Buster wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack. Nor was he the sharpest tool in the shed. When God was handing out brains, he thought He’d said “rains” and so asked for an umbrella.
Buster was stupid.
Last year, his sister (who’s the office manager for the headquarters of a Fortune 500 company) got married and Buster was invited (he’d overheard the happy news). She was resplendent in white silk and her husband dapper in his tails. Buster wore his best Hawaiian shirt.
As the happily wedded couple exited the church, Buster tossed brown rice. He thought it was healthier.
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