Humor

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A young man with a wild and multi-coloured hairstyle sits next to an old man on a park bench. The old man stares at the young man.

"What's the matter, old man?" says the young man. "Never done anything crazy in your life?"

The old man replies: "Yeah. When I was in the Navy, I got really drunk one night and had sex with a parrot. I thought you might be my son."

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This is one of the best arguments that I've read so far in my life about the folly of thinking that God's original design of a human can be bettered through piercing, colouring, "chemical-ling," you name it.

What beats me in this day and age is to find youngsters as young as 60, 70 odd years of age, also finding strange fulfilment and novelty in being as gawky as the punk in this excerpt.

Lastly, for those who are still hung up on that red (or white) liquid that messes up the brain, radically alters the gait, clouds the memory, leaves one with a first-class, FIRST CLASS headache the following day (usually followed by another swig on the SAME, strange liquid to alleviate the headache), and, most tragically, is also responsible for MANY accidents in the work place, on the road, in world parliaments, in families, and even in churches, please leave the drink alone.

We have had enough products from the sexual union of inebriated men and parrots. In fact, "enough" is an understatement. Some have argued about the health benefits of a cup of red wine with one's meal. I've found out that the health benefit is NOT from the red wine (the rotted grape juice that all wine connoisseurs so much want to promote and trumpet the world over), BUT from a crushing of the skin of the red grapes when making plain, red grape juice. The SAME benefit awaits the one who seeks it in 100%, pure, unadulterated (i.e. "unrotted") and ordinary red grape juice.

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