The other bald professor
Student 1: Hey, you know that bald professor? Student 2: The foreigner? Student 1: No, the other one.
Student 1: Hey, you know that bald professor? Student 2: The foreigner? Student 1: No, the other one.
He deals out the cards, and the first one is very clearly the Death card. "What does that mean?" I ask, a bit concerned.
"Mommy, Daddy is drunk and bothering Coco." says Lucy. "It's okay Lucy," my wife responds, "It's Coco's job to talk to your father when he is drunk."
" 'Why does a bald man need a brush?' " I accuse him, "It's none of your damned business!"
But how are we getting fall weather in the spring? I wonder if perhaps the earth's orbit has reversed. It reminds me of the old pseudo-science classic "Worlds in Collision" by Immanuel Velikovsky.
I am overwhelmed by the savory aroma of an Indian curry. An assault of cumin, a slight waft of turmeric, and-- subtle in the background-- caramelized onions. Delicious! But also, who cooks in the elevator?
Very nice. From Canada, yes. I would like to invite you to lunch with Miss Lee and Miss Kim, and our members.