Mighty Mart and his flexible folding legs!
...Hang on a minute! Aren't those Pauls legs!? And who's Dick!? Cos that 'aint his house!
Sarah - Yeah, but, no, but, shut UP! I never done nuffin'
Mart - Mate, you must have done somethin'! I felt the bench vibrate and I just know that stink 'aint the chicken!
That was all back in the days when I weighed a whole lot more and it was all about me! Jerry it's over to you...
Springer's final thought for the day!
SOME SAY that life is like Lego, and I guess they’re right. In my case I built a castle and a catapult in order to fling things at my brother.
In the centre of the castle was a throne with a Lego version of myself. I ruled over my medieval Lego land for many aeons, and the people who lived there led long and happy lives. All was peaceful, until my brother stole the wheels off my little Lego plague carts, and the infrastructure of my kingdom was unable to cope with the massive increase in unburied bodies.
Conditions got worse. Dozens of little Lego corpses lined the streets, rotting away like nobody’s business. The economy of the Lego world I had ruled over for so long collapsed. I fled the kingdom that night - quietly slipping away to the Royal docks to board my yacht and head for somewhere with a warmer climate and a healthy exchange rate. In the final analysis, this Lego lesson rings true even today. I think we all agree that even in some tiny way we should use our catapult more wisely in case our brother tries to steal some Lego wheels off us. I know I do. Good night and remember, Do take care of yourselves and each other.
