No, in French the word for "joke" is "englais" . . . .
Tee fucking Hee, an antipodean former British colony joke.
Anyway, last monday was my birthday and a bus driver rammed the back of my four wheeled pride and joy, so that's either a warning not to invest too much sentiment in material things or not to expect your birthday to necessarily suck any less than any other day.
Take your pick.
I am comforted by the law of absolute liability that accrues to any driver hitting another vehicle from behind - hooray! Still, it puts a dent in your joy when you see that big orange bumper surging up in the rearview mirror.
How about that Beam, eh? Bit presumptive of him to assume that *he* is "people" I thought. For all we know he's a bot produced by the Marketing Division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation.
Indeed, for all *he* appears to know he is a bot produced by . . . . . . well, you get the picture.
Now lemme tell you a story
the Devil, he's a plan
Bag o bones in his pocket
Get anythin you want
More irrelevant nonsense that nevertheless somehow seems appropriate by Talking Heads, aka David Byrne and Friends.
Head of Inappropriate Material Dismissals