“So, what you are trying to tell me is that something you have never seen is a deeper shade of blue than something else you have never seen?” - E. Blackadder
That kinda sums up this thread for me.
I wish just once a ‘loved one’ would be picked who wanted to tell off their dead relative. Or a relative of a crime victim wanting to know the fate of recently executed perpetrator.
But it ain’t gonna happen.
“I’m getting a message here: it’s from a guy named Michael Jones.”
“(Gasp!) That’s my father!”
“Yeah. He says don’t bother to look for his hidden money any more, he blew it all on a weekend in Vegas with a stripper named Bouncy. He also says he was always dissapointed in you, and thinks your wife is a bitch.”
I am John Edwards.
Oh, the heartbreak of people, places, and things that seem like they should have a terminal ‘s’ but don’t. Gene Michael, the former manager of the Yankees and Cubs, forever doomed to be referred to as Gene Michaels. The Stanford Cardinal, forever doomed to be labeled by heathen as the Cardinals. Soldier Field, the once-noble edifice of the Chicago Bears, forever doomed to be called Soldier’s Field. And now John Edward . . .
And don’t get me started on Keith Richard(s).
CRAP! I’m two for two in the no knowledge column!:smack: