One Man’s Present View:
“Only the weak laugh,
And the weaker still, cry,
What’s that sound I hear!?
What’s that moisture in my eye!?”
He says that once he’s saved up twelve more coupons, and six hundred more box tops and wrappers, he’ll be able to become a greeting card poet for The First Church of Meteorological and Economic Science. After the pray and healing services were concluded, one participant exclaimed: “I’m so happy I could cry, and so sad I could just cackle!”
All distinguished, historic city institutions spell “excommunication” using only those letters extant in the word, “rectum.” “Hmmm,” said a chap who had recently deserted the city, “no wonder I felt so strange as I left.”
One father’s advice to his son: “If you’re not quite sure who you are – use your initials.”
If you think the same things over and over again, too many times, they’ll become ritualistic, and first thing you know, you’ll be a cult – and then where will you be!? See, the safest thing is just not to ever start thinking of the same things in the first place.