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.

Denver Fletcher
Head of Inappropriate Material Dismissals
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