Sad-Der-Day

I brought you this little “human interest” item I clipped from the “Pessimists Beware” column in an out of town paper I saw, (here I’ll read it to you):  It says that while they were momentarily stopped at some road construction, this bus driver said to the passengers, that he personally supported the aims of civilization by never reading Shakespeare until after he’d shaved.

 

Revolutionist Neural
Tip Of The Ole Day:

Just live as though
there was no such word
as “instead.”

 

Only the natives
dream of one another.

 

There are things sadder
than being sad.

 

Whenever someone died in this one neural state,  the family of the deceased was required to compose an ode to the king.

J.