I wanted to post something, but my life during the week has been 1) busy and monotonous, 2) gazing at my navel boring, or 3)not so much with the ha-ha
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But the only reason I'm posting today is that you may be in a similar situation, or may know someone in a similar situation. But if you're in a situation like this, there's only one thing that you can do...
And if one person does it, they'll think he's really sick and make sure he doesn't away. And if TWO people do it, in *harmony*, they won't do a damn thing s cuz that's legal in California. And if three people do it, they'll think it's an organization...
And can you imagine 50 people a day, I said FIFTY people a day, walking in, sing a bar, and walk out? Friends, they would think it's a movement.
When Mozart passed away, he was buried in a churchyard.
A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Mozart was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it.
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Mozart's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Mozart decomposing."
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But if you're in a situation like this, there's only one thing that you can do...
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And if three people do it, they'll think it's an organization...
And can you imagine 50 people a day, I said FIFTY people a day, walking in, sing a bar, and walk out? Friends, they would think it's a movement.
And that's what it is...
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A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Mozart was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it.
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Mozart's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Mozart decomposing."
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And I didn't see it coming, which leaves something to be said about me, but I won't say it!
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I have to admit I stole it from somewhere for the exact wording, although I had heard it before.
Don't worry about not seeing it coming...I didn't either the first time I heard it!
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