Thanks, Zeev.
And another thing: No one ever purchased a second tuxedo because he gained e-i-g-h-t whole pounds. What are you, some kind of nambypamby clotheshorse? Get your superannuated rear end on an exercise bike and quit ladling all that Russian dressing on your salads.
And another thing: Wal-Marting. Not Waltoning. Trust me. Go the accessible route.
And another thing: Have you ever noticed that the Prime Minister of Japan looks uncannily like Martin Short?
And another thing: There was this duck named Fup. Hell of a trader, Fup Duck was. Even in a bear market, he confined himself to the bright side. Fup, you see, was a farmer as well as a trader, but he was even better satisfied by his reknown as an entertainer. In Fup's system of values, a trading, farming, entertaining duck was judged by the purity of his turnips....
I reiterate, it is a fine line between celebration and calumny.
Salud,
aldaka
