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!
I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen the word “embouchure” written. For drummers, such as myself, one’s embouchure is what one uses to make out with the majorettes in the back of the band bus.
I find your belief system fascinating.