Thank God it is over! I just narrowly escaped with my life. I was sitting at the counter in a diner when a huge ebony man with pearly white teeth and a huge scimitar came up and glared at me. I immediately knew who it was. I looked him in the eye, carefully modulated my tone of voice and said,"Saalt!" He understood my cry of recognition immediately since it was his name, but a fellow diner misunderstood me (fortunately as it turned out). My fellow diner passed me the salt shaker. I immediately hurled the salt at Saalt which gave me just enough time to run out the back door into the alley. Saalt was on my heels. There was a ruddy faced fellow with silver streaks in his black hair in the alley waiting for me with a club and a set of bagpipes(saalt and piper I thought to myself). He stood alone, Stan Malone. At last the two antagonist worshippers of a pagan god met face to face. They forgot about me and immediately went at it with each other. I left and have no idea who won. ---------------------- The next topic for this thread is:
The Pun--the lowest form of humor or the foundation of all humor?
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The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer? ~Jeremy Bentham
