“At night the price drops and seconds after the race begins, the odds shift to your favor.”
“And what does this teach us, dear Pa Pa, that if you wait long enough…”
Much of what, in the ordinary world, passes for biting insight, is just the sound of a man’s sexual streams drying up.
There is an obscure district, who locally claim to perceive a direct connection between needless alliterations and atmospheric pressure. (I’m sure this will only fuel the fires of frustration of those few who fear for the future of phonetics…I do trust you will forgive me, I’ve just returned from a dizzying intellectual height.)
When it was his turn he stood, and unfolding a piece of paper from his pocket, said to the assemblage, “I am certainly honored by this recognition, and I would like to thank all of those who have helped me along the way…” He paused, looked down at the list in his hand, then dropped, and said, “No, let me change that, I want to thank all of those who intended to help me.” And he sat back down.
According to some suspicions, everyone’s wanted for questioning somewhere.