These are the saddest of possible words:
“Tinker to Evers to Chance.”
Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds,
Tinker and Evers and Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double
Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:
“Tinker to Evers to Chance.”
Most men never have to worry about keeping their equipment dry when sitting on the throne. (But then again, with great plowers comes great responsibilities.)
Where I work, the toilets in the men’s room have uncomfortably little space between seat-level and water-level. I have to reach down and daintily hold the danglies up, or they dip into the water. Absurd.
(If that’s the worst thing that happens to me this week, it’s a pretty good week!)