To revolutionist thinking, few things are worthy of seriousness and foremost among – hell, five and six-most among – them are things that are locally impossible anyway.
Acting in a fatherly-like fashion, one ole guy told a kid, “Ahh, quit pickin’ on ‘em, people need an excuse.”
One city guy, in his attempt to figure out what’s going on, said he lost his mind. Several people offered to help him look for it, but he said, “Never mind.”
and his partner
made an agreement.
A man with an expensive ink pen writes in to say that, “After reading your news now for eight or nine months, I’ve about come to the conclusion that ‘life’s just a hobby.’” He adds that he doesn’t know whether to thank me or have his shoes resoled.