Journal Journal: Bread and OCD 2
So I've got this loaf of bread that proclaims itself to be "great for sandwiches!"
It has an odd number of slices...
So I've got this loaf of bread that proclaims itself to be "great for sandwiches!"
It has an odd number of slices...
Police in the Israeli port city of Haifa were searching for a man suspected of breaking into a number of businesses in the downtown area. The suspect, named Joseph, is believed to have occasionally worked as a farmer in the area. He has been seen playing the flute on city street corners, and is the son of a German father and a former nun from Spain.
In other words: He's a Haifa-lootin', flutin' Teuton, son of a nun from Barcelona, part-time plowboy Joe.
A man was on holiday in Kenya. While he was walking through the bush, he came across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed so the man approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot. There was a large thorn deeply embedded in the bottom of the foot.
Whose grounds these are I think I knew.
His pot is in the maker, true;
He will not see me pouring here
To watch my mug fill up with brew.
My little cup must think it's queer
To drink without some sugar near
Instead of cream and Coffee Mate
The darkest coffee of the year.
I give my caffeine drink a taste
My sleepiness to be erased.
The only other sound's the hiss
Of easy drips and steam displaced.
I remember this story from awhile back, and I recently found a copy of the MP3 which I uploaded to my phone. I can hear it, but I think if I had it as my regular ringtone, I probably wouldn't notice it in a noisy room.
I did this all off the iPod screen, so it was tough to go back and forth and compare songs. I only have one song starting with "X" and it's from the original Wipeout PS game that I ripped the BGM to MP3s. I've got quite the mix of stuff...
"Experience has proved that some people indeed know everything." -- Russell Baker