Someone once asked me: 'What on Earth were you thinking?'
To which I replied truthfully: 'Why nothing, my good sir. My brain was taking a stroll on the moon at the time, while my body was busy balancing orbits.'
When my fellow conversant inquired as to the stability of my mind, I assured him: 'My head is as hale as a hare and my hair is as hard as a hat. My noggin's as nimble as noodles, my cranium lithe as a cat.'
I fear my friend failed to find the facetiousness in my frenzy. Perhaps it was folly of me to fly so free with my frankness. Pfah! A feather in my fringe and frollick ho!
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