Playing in a Latin Band

If it goes in one ear and out the other, you got one too many ears.

If you do have to hang around in the City, at least keep this in mind, “Don’t hang around in the City.”

The tromp l`oeil world of the mind again carried to its deserved limit:

A man is given the job of counting the number of automobiles entering a parking lot since it should legally accommodate only fifty, and he leaves after getting to thirty, figuring, “It’s been correct so far, and probably would be on up to fifty.”  Adios, small details.

Playing in a Latin band is no guarantee you’ll speak Spanish.

In the midst of a not-feeling-so-hot spell, a traveler finally concluded, via self-diagnosis, “Ah, I guess I’m just homesick.”  But, he then realized, “Can’t be, I don’t even HAVE a sick.”

J.