Heard this one guy recently say that he looked on his ordinary mental operations as sort of a “Boy Scout Brain” – adequate enough to help you across the street, but generally geared to the needs of a twelve year old.
For certain types of parties, he people of this one planet would mark their invitations, “B.Y.O.B” – Bring Your Own Brains.
The apprentice nephew of one ole sorehead tries his wimp-o wings by remarking, “Some places have rats, others have interviewers.” Keep up the good work kid.
In this life, on this world, anything can happen – except that men can be sure of “one thing.”
Terrifying Terrestrial Tip Number Sixteen: Remember, it’s never too late to not cry over anything.