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I can picture in my mind a world without War, a world without Hate. and I can picture us attacking that world, because they’d never expect it.
A child’s face says it all. Especially the mouth part.
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we’d all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. Continue reading “More Jack Handey”
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me.
“Son,” he said, “why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it.”
“Oh, I’m not using nails,” I replied. “I’m just hammering.” With that, I returned to my hammering. Continue reading “A Jack Handey Fable”