From our external audience comes a note from a man who says that if I don’t pick one subject and stick to it, he’s gonna quit reading. (He postscripts us by adding that just in case I ignore this, that I should know he’s already stopped.)
One deity who liked to paint wanted to have a one man show, but no one came; too late, he realized no one could come.
There was once a fellow, who was so civilized and genteel, that in everyday conversation whenever he’s say “fuck,” he would, to himself, mentally spell it “p-h-u-c-q.”
Words are like currency…
(well…except they can’t be
One guy used to call himself “my sweet little me,” and everyone who didn’t know him (including himself) thought it was very cute.