| ... so here's the rest: "... and She thought it might be a good way to cheer me up, although I am not particularly unhappy as of now, but e who questions Her ways may soon find emself buried in Golden Apples, Flax, treefrogs, little slips of paper saying "Fnord", or whatever She deems funny and/or (in)appropriate for the occasion, so it is not as though I had said anything, despite the obvious length of this sentence which seems to go on and on forever, but then you get to the end and the gorilla starts throwing barrels at you, and that's how you play the game." |
