Where Am I?

You’re in trouble when you use roll call as a method of determining where you are.

Part of one guy’s brain told him, “Hey, listen up, this is your brother talking to you!” and he said, “Hey, I ain’t got no brother.”  And the voice replied, “Hey, then who is this saying I’m your brother?”  And the guy countered, “You’re my fake brother.”  “Hey, same thing.”  “Oh.”

Memorable travel advice: If you are in jail, don’t admit it.

If the mind is the juggler,
and words are the balls,
then who developed
the routine?

(And too many circus owners hide themselves behind the corporate canvas. “Come on out P.T., we know you’re in there.”)

You can lose your place,
but not your turn…
even if you TRY.

J.