Mary was attending her husband's funeral when the man behind her leaned forward and said, 'I didn't know Jim very well, but would you mind if I said a word?'
'No, of course not,' said the bereaved widow. The man stood up, cleared his throat, said 'Plethora' and sat down.
'Thank you, said Mary. 'That means a lot.'
Boru
'No, of course not,' said the bereaved widow. The man stood up, cleared his throat, said 'Plethora' and sat down.
'Thank you, said Mary. 'That means a lot.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson