From the old mail bag,
our old question for the day:
“Is it a mathematical certainty that, ‘Those with a lot to say will say a lot’? Or, is it somehow or other some other way around?”
This one ole sore head would only read stuff that annoyed him, so that when someone would ask him what he’d read lately, he’d get to enjoy it twice.
Life has no synonym
for failure, (inasmuch as
it has no such word
to begin with.)
Remember, lads and lassies, ships at sea: If you keep referring to everything else it’ll keep referring to you. (Now join me in our naval hymn, “Augurs away my boys, augurs away…”)
No I.D.’s needed: Proof of your membership in the Human Club is just believing we’ve fucked up.