Moody Tuesday

One guy insisted, “My phone’s tapped,” and someone pointed out that he didn’t have a phone, and he countered, “Okay, then my brain is tapped,” and even his best friends didn’t have a come-back for this.

 

A certain chap tutored his neural troops in the following military strategy: When at court, go for the king’s throat; on the battlefield, shoot the little guys first.

If you’re really, really
secondarily famous,
dying won’t much help.

The invention of proper nouns
grew out of the two central
human needs:
to conceal embarrassment and
to camouflage incompetence.

So,  this one dude decided to have a different mood for every day of the week; then once he had this down pat, he consolidated them all.

J.