WHY MR. CHADWICK!
(does that sound weak to you?)
Why Mr. Chadwick, put that away! The children
are back from the meadow again and this room's not our
own. I am certain you knew that already. Your peculiar
charms remind me of Bill Clinton in one of those feisty
moronic biographical clips - the one with the fake
grass in the back of his Ford Ranchero. And to
Imagine, once a man like that was President.
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Here's the source of your mirth and merriment. I got this
in Mexico when I was visiting the mission. They have
a small farm there, where they try to grow things; but
everyone's just too lazy for anything real to happen. I was
there one day when they were trying to teach the kids
jokes. Do you know that none of them ever laughs? But
the worst thing in the world there, even worse than the no
laughter, is the way their coffee tastes. Yet they drink it.
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I always thought there was a lesson there - that somehow
in all of life, no matter one's plight, one must accept it,
and drink the cup one is given. Yes, drink the cup one
gets. Does that sound weak to you?
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