I Studied French In High School And

I Heard On Public Radio Recently, There's A Thing Called Weed Dating. Singles Get Together In A Garden And Weed And Then They Take Turns, They Keep Matching Up With Other People. Two People Will Weed Down One Row And Switch Over With Two Other People. It's In Vermont. I Don't Think I'd Be Very Good At Weed Dating.

It's My Belief That Sanity Lies In Realizing That Reality Is Not Exactly What We Had In Mind.

Contemporary American Children, If They Are Old Enough To Grasp The Concept Of Santa Claus By Thanksgiving, Are Able To See Through It By December 15th.

Twiddle-twiddle Away At My Softly Clicky Keyboard For A While, Making Twiddly Adjustments All Along- And Then Print What I Have Twiddled. Glare At The Printout And Snarl And Curse And Scribble Almost Illegibly All Over It With A Ballpoint Pen. Go Back To The Machine And Enter The Scribbles. Repeat This Procedure Until I Hate The Very Meaning Of Every Word I Know.

I Always Wanted To Win The Super Bowl So I Could Take It And Hold It And See What Lies Beyond It. I Think It May Be The Sun.