I was walking bare foot in my room the other day when suddenly I found, due to lots of pain in my foot, I had trodden on a drawing pin. After removing it from my foot and swearing at it constantly for five minutes it asked me if I had life insurance and, if not, it would pay for the plaster. Having told it not to be such a silly b
r, I demanded the name of it’s solicitor, after all this was a vicious and unprovoked assault. But instead of resigning itself to it’s fate the drawing pin revealed that it had been after me for ages, neglect on a floor, it told me, is soul destroying. I pitied it and, after deep thought, decided to drop the charges and stick him in my wall.
R.J.Kowling
