Oh, Sweet Mysteries of Life...
If a streetlight comes on when it gets dark, and goes off when it gets light, why doesn't it shut itself off the minute it comes on?
posted by The Holy Grail Press at 9:36 AM
Friday, June 09, 2006
About Me
- Name: The Holy Grail Press
- Location: Springfield, Missouri
Michael Soetaert broadcasts his ideas from deep within the wooded glades of deepest, darkest Springfield (home of cashew chicken). He is often aided by the small woodland creatures that hide beneath the sofa, sneaking out at night to terrorize the cat. The doctors say he is showing improvement (Michael, not the cat). The doctors are hopeful he will stop referring to himself in the third person.
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