One guy insisted, “My phone’s tapped,” and someone pointed out that he didn’t have a phone, and he countered, “Okay, then my brain is tapped,” and even his best friends didn’t have a come-back for this.
A certain chap tutored his neural troops in the following military strategy: When at court, go for the king’s throat; on the battlefield, shoot the little guys first.
If you’re really, really
dying won’t much help.
The invention of proper nouns
grew out of the two central
to conceal embarrassment and
to camouflage incompetence.
So, this one dude decided to have a different mood for every day of the week; then once he had this down pat, he consolidated them all.