Instead of writing something so seriouso, I thought I would try my hand at the comedy the kids like so much these days.  Tengo el gato en los pantalones.  Tee hee.  Here's a funny joke I made up one day.  The premise is that Plato and Socrates are sitting around talking. 

Socrates: "Say, Plato, why did the chicken cross the road?"

Plato: "I don't know Socrates, why did the chicken cross the road?"

Socrates: "I don't know either Plato, is the chicken real or only an abstract perception in our minds?"

Plato and Socrates together: "Ha ha ha!"

Who knew writing comedy was so easy?  I did of course.  And Shakespeare.  Me and Shakespeare.  Also Donanld Rumsfeld.  Dude is high-larious.  I calls him Rummy.  You should hear his impression of Michael Jackson.  Especially when he's been hitting the pipe (wink).  You would not believe how high rummy can get his voice when his pupils is dilated.  Anyhoo, I think I've wasted enough time.  By the by, if anybody out there needs some bandaids cuz of my razor sharp wit, just let me know.  Peace, I'm out.