You say, "There is a method to the madness."
I say, "My method is madness."
You say, "For the sake of sanity!"
I say, "Let go of it. It'll drag you down."
Death knocks at your door.
You run for your life.
Death knocks at my door.
I invite him in for tea.
I suppose that we are different,
I've loved you and I'll love you evermore.
And though snowmen melt in the hot sun,
It is only when they're sane.
...And not made of packing material.
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I love the new blogs, but they are a footnote to what I really love: the hilarious picture of The Pink Mustache right at the top of the page! Har Har!
Well thank you. Erm. Afraid I can't take credit for 'The Pink Mustache'. Um.
For the record, let me rephrase my laugh: by "har har!" I simply meant an amiable "ha!", in the style of an awe-filled admirer. FYI.
I don't know how it could have been taken any other way, but . . . well . . . you know . . . some people are funny that way. Speaking strictly for myself (and my pink mustache) a good Har is better than a good Ha any day. Or night.
(word verification is "paniclog")!
Just a footnote of mine own: The seriousness of the mustache is balanced by the silliness of the pink. This creates a perfect equilibrium.
:D HAR!
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