Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such
As what he loves may never like too much.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
The buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to (loud farting noise)
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh Ro-oy-al Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!
-Ren and Stimpy
The Philolexian Society invites you to the SECOND debate of the semester!
Resolved: Suffering makes you Legitimate
The debate will take place:
Thursday, September 20 at 8:30 PM
in the J.D. Satow Room (5th floor of Lerner Hall).
Refreshments to precede the meeting.
Old and new members welcome alike.
Be there or your cycle of depression and alcoholism, will yield, alas, not the publication of Sophie's Choice or Absalom, Absalom!, but rather, a small citation in a psychology journal dedicated to cases about (you guessed it) alcoholic depressives with huge dickfores jutting right out of their heads.
...and that's DOCTOR Whippersnapper to you!
Quamquam ridentem dicere verum, quid vetat?
The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water and breeds reptiles of the mind.