
Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.




A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.










It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.







Every once in a while, someone will mail me a single popcorn kernel that didn't pop. I'll get out a fresh kernel, tape it to a piece of paper and mail it back to them.

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