...is my George Carlin "thought for the day" calendar. Before we kick the year just completed completely under the rug, here is one last entry from George, from December 26/27:
No One Ever Wrote This Sentence Before
On the Feast of St. Stephen, I was driving my hearse to the wholesale liverwurst outlet when suddenly a hermaphrodite in a piano truck backed out of a crackhouse driveway, and as my shoes caught fire, I pirouetted across Boris Karloff Boulevard, slapping the truckdriver six times in the loins with a Chattanooga road map, even though he was humming "The Pussycat Song."
Thanks again, George. Happy New Year, wherever you may be.