Is it true that every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, while the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville, did not?
Wasn’t it something when Cindy-Lou Who said, “Santy Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree, why?”
Did you know that people in my family sometimes quote her adorably plaintive “Why”?
Did you know that is the best (and only) use of the word ‘plaintive’ I’ve encountered this week?
How frequently do you encounter that word?
Not too often, and you?
How are you folks on “risible”?
Would you believe that I have an amusing anecdote about that word used in a work-related situation involving a prostitute, a pig, and a pomegranate?
If I said I did, would you tell us the whole story?
Is that like the minister, the priest, and the rabbi who walk into a bar?
And the bartender says, “What is this, a joke?”
What, no imam?
You are what?
Would you believe, “I am Spartacus”?
You’re over 2,000 years old?
Oops, can you say, dumb Catsie, you made a boo-boo?
Is there any point in my copying and pasting that? And BBB, are you ever going to tell us about the prostitute, pig and pomegranate?
Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather just compliment me on my charming use of the word ‘anecdote’ and let me pass on the details?
Isn’t an anecdote something you take to counteract the effects of poison?
You might think so, but if anecdotes are any good, then why did the prostitute have to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to the pig after it ate the pomegranate?