Whose business was it to match wit with brawn at the beginning of time? Who invented that continuum, and why do we stick to it so religiously? Sure, it’s a spectrum that we all jump around and attempt to mold to our own desires, but there’s that balance eluding us. We stand on one foot … Continue reading Wisecracking Gloves
Edna: Blunder into this, you old coot. Phil: Who, me? It wasn’t me who smashed up the Buick last week. Edna: You’re a coward to bring that up, Phil. Phil: A coward? have you called me that yet today? Edna: Probably once or twice. Phil: Edna, I want a divorce. Edna: I know, that’s part … Continue reading Kerfuffle
Alfred: How are we supposed to announce the time of our deaths while we’re still alive? Isn’t that the doctor’s job? E. Newman: Budget cuts.
Monk: Are we building something? I swear the girders weren’t here yesterday. Thistle: Hm, don’t think so. You don’t have any paint. Monk: What’s paint got to do with it? Thistle: Good question. Let me ask my thesaurus. Says here a girder is like a beam. Monk: Oh, well that changes everything.
I seem to have burnt my envelope, oh dear. Now how could that have happened? I rolled out of bed, put the iron on a curtain, then oh… Now the house is gone. Family too. Went to Pittsburgh. I have to clean this for myself. Well, I’ll probably just hire someone; a contractor with a … Continue reading Oh Dear