Chipping in for the Beer

In as transcendental fashion unnecessary to presently pursue, it can be said that:  What’s eruptible Is corruptible.  (Oh, all right, we could postscript that only the coroner presides over an all bones choir.)



Remember this:

Gullliver didn’t actually GO anywhere. (And Bunyon’s blisters were not from an extended walk.)



Words To Live And Fight By: If they’re holding their noses, don’t attack.



At one time, a group of guys decided to become an official “group of guys,” to periodically meet for the purpose of “Praising Famous Men,” until they discovered that most of the Famous Men they wanted to praise wouldn’t come to their meetings, and for the few who did, most of them didn’t want to chip in for the beer.



At one time, on one world, one army had as it motto:  “Kill or be killed.”

(Pardon me, but I do tend to get a bit over-come when face to face with such unexpected intelligence.)