Saturday, July 03, 2010

I have discovered tact.

Facebook. Where people I have never met can be my friend.

One of these friends posted the following:

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow."The Talmud

My first thought was "How do they avoid getting chopped up by lawnmowers?"

I did manage to force myself not to post that question in reply. I had to post it here to relieve the pressure, though.


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