Reminds me — years ago, make that decades ago, I was bicycling through Belgium and Netherlands and stopped at a pub for lunch. To wash down whatever I was eating, I innocently ordered a Trappist beer, wanting to try something new. Holy cow, and I do mean holy. Still to this day, it was the thickest, strongest, and darkest beer I have ever had. Two things happened: I couldn’t ride in a straight line for a couple of hours and second, I seriously considered the benefits of becoming a monk. None of those things ever occurred again.
I remember back in the 20th Century when people would send “thank you” cards for gifts received in the mail or otherwise unexpected. It’s saving us a ton of money, however, as the “no thank you card” person never gets another present from us.
I would have seen Hammie aiming the air gun at his dad had not the ad blocked the panel. Discover, I hate you, everybody that looks like you, and the horse you rode in on for these ads.
Fiorello: Hey wait, wait! What does this say here? This thing here?
Driftwood: Oh that. Oh that’s the usual clause…that’s in every contract. That just says…eh…it says…eh…“If any of the parties participating in this contract are shown not to be in their right mind, the entire agreement is automatically nullified.”
Fiorello: Well, I don’t know…
Driftwood: It’s alright, that’s in every contract! That’s what they call a “sanity clause.”
Fiorello: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…you can’t fool me. There ain’t no sanity clause!
Is that why my wife keeps saying, “Well, at least you’re cute.”?