that thumping sound is churchill turning in his grave
Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
R: It’s raining.
J: Mmm.
R: I don’t think that little kid needed his wraparound sunnies.
J: I don’t think it was a question of needing them.
R: I don’t think it was a question of questions.
J: I’ll see your question and raise you a conundrum.
R: I’ll see your conundrum and raise you a mystery wrapped in an enigma stuffed with riddles.
J: Stuffed with noodles?
R: Riddles. Served on a bed of riddles.
