Oh, it hurts now but you'll thank me for it later.
The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
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.
[flees the room screaming and holding his nose]
ReplyDelete;-)
You should be punished for that, maybe even sent to a punitentiary!
ReplyDeleteA watch from, your old freinds in, the Watch. I hope the sign has a few random commas, with a title like that.
ReplyDelete:) Indeed.
ReplyDeleteOh my.
ReplyDeleteI am so stealing that. I'll even credit you.
(from the liner notes to Dave Brubeck's 'Somewhere in Time'...)
ReplyDeleteThelonious 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.
ReplyDeleteWhen will that be, exactly?
:p