Well, hello there you delectable crumpet. Please prepare yourself for the mandatory buttering module.
Q: What do a basketball pregame show and a bris have in common?
A: Everyone’s just waiting around for the tip-off.
Considerably fewer people know what a bris is than I had assumed so this joke has been falling somewhat flat among the uneducated swill with whom I associate. I refuse to accept fault so let’s try upping the sample size.
Were you aware I used to work quite closely with several different large pharmaceutical firms? Granted the work was entirely freelance… Does the deadpan come through properly in text?
Here’s a few fresh rhymes for you. Don’t get too excited, it’s shorter than my attention span.
“Verse One”, March 5, 2019.
I don’t intend to impugn
But perhaps you should retune
Music sounds acutely flat
And few out there care for that
Granted some seek out discord
For some reason ever bored
Sustain selves on others song
Though it’s inherently wrong.
Granted performing actions considered to be “inherently wrong” does rather seem to be the shortcut to “success”. I’m somewhat disenchanted with humanity of late, well more so anyway. The evil prospers while innocents suffer and I’m not particularly capable of menacing the former or aiding the latter. So, I sit on the sidelines of existence and pray our chosen referees will one day deign to throw a flag. The game clock inevitably melts away meanwhile both teams, all teams, are losing.
Btw the reverse mullet thing refers to how this post was party in the front and business in the back.
Be well, fellow traveler!
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.