I read a lot, think a little, and now and then write down a few things.
My favorite non-apology these days: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just a bonus.”
Ouiser Boudreaux (Shirley McLaine): “Somebody’s gotta take em, I hate em, I try not to eat healthy food if I can possibly help it.” Steel Magnolias (1989).
MontanaBill leads with “Parrot the lie.” Would the parrot like some cheese with his whine?
I heartily second those sentiments. It’s all in good fun and it gets my day off to a better-than-good start. And both you gentlemen present me daily with a smile and a light-hearted challenge. So I would be an ungrateful wretch indeed not to say “Thank you” Solstice*1947 and Call Me Ishmael. In times like these, a little literary (or not, as the case may be) lark is a welcome and healthy diversion.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. / So we latecomers, really quite naturally, / Make our poor try / At the bar you’ve set high. / Yours is art, while ours is usually just quackery. 8>)
And even fewer make their way / Through my old friend, Dante! / And many a tear / Is shed over reading Shakespeare. / Poetry! What else can I say?
I’m flattered, of course. Thank you. But we both know Ishmael is the Master! ;>)
O. Henry’s The Ransom of Red Chief comes to mind. . . .
Regardless of any political stripe, I always knew there was a screw loose in Congress. . . .
Do Milton’s epics need justification / on themes of creation, damnation, and expiation? / I admit Paradise Lost is a tough chore, / and Regained, even more, / Like sauerkraut, needing thorough mastication!