Is that a cheer we hear for Wednesday?!
(The god of all that is clear, murky, pure and gaudy.)
You see, the thing about trying to ride-that-train from sleeping-Paris to awakened-Istanbul is that, once you understand the true nature of rail travel, it does not matter WHERE you are on the tracks, for all roads lead to __________ (fill in the blank with whatever tasty verbal morsel tickles your fanny).
The ultimate pie-slicing being that: some men know this and, most men do not – ESPECIALLY those who say they do – for those who make such claims are the supreme not knowers.
P.S. Their numbers are such that they are never in need of additional members….just in case you can think of something else you might prefer to do for the next fifty or twenty years.
J.