Oh, it hurts now but you'll thank me for it later.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
A Pune, Or Play On Words
You've heard about the Amish light-buggy making business, haven't you? Top of their field, absolutely top; one day the owner toted up all the various versions and varieties he offered, one to suit any budget and not a single bit of vanity to any of 'em, and then he had a modest sign painted on the front of his workshop:
FIFTY GRADES OF SHAY
Oh, it hurts now but you'll thank me for it later.
Oh, it hurts now but you'll thank me for it later.
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[flees the room screaming and holding his nose]
;-)
You should be punished for that, maybe even sent to a punitentiary!
A watch from, your old freinds in, the Watch. I hope the sign has a few random commas, with a title like that.
:) Indeed.
Oh my.
I am so stealing that. I'll even credit you.
(from the liner notes to Dave Brubeck's 'Somewhere in Time'...)
Thelonious Monk received delivery of a potted palm in his dressing room.
His response?
"With fronds like that, who needs anenomes?"
I think you beat the Monk!
gfa
Later.
When will that be, exactly?
:p
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