Dear Magic Shake-Ball:
Yesterday my daughter asked me if they serve pizza in jail. I could see the little wheels turning in her head as she started considering it as a possible career path. Like: Hmmm, I wonder what kind of crime I'd have to commit to get myself into the lowest possible security-level facility and get free pizza? And an Internet connection.
At first I was kind of mortified, but then I started to think: Hey--jail's free. I could do a lot with that college tuition money. Like go to Club Med. A lot.
So, what do you think? Is this brilliant, or incredibly stupid?
Answer:
"My lord of Burgundy,
We first address toward you, who with this king
Hath rivall'd for our daughter. What, in the least,
Will you require in present dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?" (King Lear 1.1.189-192)
Interpretation:
I hadn't even thought of that... If she makes jail a career, then I wouldn't have to pay for a big wedding either! Thanks, Shake-ball! I'll send you a postcard from Ixtapa!
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