Nonsense!
A man once told me that it was better to eat pizza than to catch darts with your face. This I never disputed. However, when it comes to the art of the Renaissance period, I draw a complete blank. This can be seen on my "Art" page and will be moving as soon as it can afford a mortgage.
Speaking of pie; I wasn't, so don't interrupt me.
Getting back to the matter at hand, you can see that we have fingers. Fingers are very important or how else would we make a fist? (Please don't answer that now. Send me an e-mail with your solution.)
Most people have 10 fingers; unless of course you want to get into that debate about whether or not thumbs count, in which case you can reduce the count by 2. Some people, however, do not have 10 fingers, or even 8. Often this number varies -and can include fractions - according to how adept you are with power tools.
As for me, I need my fingers to open pickle jars, so I guard them closely. For safety reasons, I stick with glue. This is something I have done ever since the unfortunate episode which I call "The Unfortunate Episode," and it involved a newly-purchased tube of crazy glue and some tragically placed eyeglasses. The scars have just recently begun to fade.
Speaking of my sister; I wasn't, because she never calls and I am annoyed with her.
They say time heals all wounds. They say a stitch in time saves nine. I wish I knew who they were so that I could tell them to mind their own business. That's about it for now. If I think of more, please stop me.
Speaking of pie; I wasn't, so don't interrupt me.
Getting back to the matter at hand, you can see that we have fingers. Fingers are very important or how else would we make a fist? (Please don't answer that now. Send me an e-mail with your solution.)
Most people have 10 fingers; unless of course you want to get into that debate about whether or not thumbs count, in which case you can reduce the count by 2. Some people, however, do not have 10 fingers, or even 8. Often this number varies -and can include fractions - according to how adept you are with power tools.
As for me, I need my fingers to open pickle jars, so I guard them closely. For safety reasons, I stick with glue. This is something I have done ever since the unfortunate episode which I call "The Unfortunate Episode," and it involved a newly-purchased tube of crazy glue and some tragically placed eyeglasses. The scars have just recently begun to fade.
Speaking of my sister; I wasn't, because she never calls and I am annoyed with her.
They say time heals all wounds. They say a stitch in time saves nine. I wish I knew who they were so that I could tell them to mind their own business. That's about it for now. If I think of more, please stop me.