epistle to the saints

[Horab Fibslager]

and lo, did the pilgrim come unto him, the brown sage, bowing and scraping and prostrating himself before him lamenting;
Oh ye great sagaciosu one, from whence does thy wisdom lie? impart to me, thou faithfaul pilgrim, thy knolwedge of the ages hencforth, so forthwith wisdom might be mine and the people's who ears i will lather upon with it verily.
to which the brown sage, takign a drag of a ciggarette did rply unto the pilgrim;
get the fuck off the ground mother fucker. what the flyin fuck is all this abotu then. jeez louise and her sister the tease, what are you on about? wisdom? i'll give you wisdom, ask that fine lookin lady over there with the apron if she'd be so kind to bring me another of these fine fresh badboys(gesturing symbolicaly unto his ice cold beer), and i'll give you some wisdom.
and lo, the pilgrim did do unto this, what was asked unto him by the brown sage, asking after the fine young lady with the apron on for a beer, and after recieving the gift of spirits did returneth to the brown sage, happily in his task of compeltion, asking unto the brown sage.
Oh ye, great and wise master fo the ages, virtuous in all ways and an adonis among men, impart they insight to mine ear so that i may know the splendor of thy divine knowledge, so on and so forth.
to which the brown sage did reply, after takign a hearty swig of his ice cold  lager;
i dunno any wisdom or knowldge or virtuousness or any of that hoopla, but i guess i coudl rip something off for ya. lemme think here. a man once mistook another man for god, and went up to him and asked him, "hey god, why is the sky blue" to which the other fellow, who had missed the god bit because he was adjsuting his sprinkler and misheard it for todd which oddly, was his given name,replied "i dunno man, i didn;t do it. maybe martha knows. HEY MARTHA< WHY"S THE SKY BLUE??" the last bit beign shouted into his house. martha, in reply shouted back, "BECAUSE BILL GATES IS FILTHY RICH AND HE CAN GET HSI KICKS ANYWAY HE CHOOSES. NOW STOPW ASTING TIME AND FIX THE SPRINKLER ALREADY!" hearing this, todd shrugged adn wished the passing stranger well.
and lo, did was the pilgrim enlightened, knowing not what he intended but soemthign totally unexpected adnnew,and waxed upon thsi in confusion, stumbling otu of the bar several hours later missing his left shoe.

[East Coast Hustle]

yes.

[Horab Fibslager]

tehre is no justification for non serviam. only poor excuses.

[hooplala]

It made me laugh, so it must be true.