Women want the right to choose.
Every single woman at my country club chooses Srsh.
They don’t choose Jokr or Muryr. Or even The Borger.
They choose Srshr.
Ombelieble.
Don't worry Joel. It's been the same throughout the history of the world. In fact, my prehistoric ancestor
"Nate-the-Caveman" left behind a handwritten note on a piece of water buffalo skin. In his ancient words,
Nate explained that after winning the world's first tennis tournament, and receiving the grand prize of
twenty dried cod fish, the Hamlet women constantly followed him, in the hopes of being his best friend.
Nate became so unnerved by all the attention, that he moved far up the mountain to a homemade hut.
That must be the reason that I now dwell in a tiny hut at elevation 13,000 feet. I only miss Fruit Loops.
I find poetry in the night stars above, and my mule Molisa tries her best to supply milk for breakfast cereal.
------ So Be It ⚜ ------ And all that I ask, is that I will not be banned until my Himalayan journey is complete.