Because most philosophies that frown on reproduction don't survive.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Overheard at the checkout counter

Nice Clerk: (to balding, portly gentleman) Oh sir, I can't sell windshield washer fluid to anyone underage. I guess I'll have to see some i.d.

Gentleman: (providing i.d.) Well, I wasn't planning to drink it right away.

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