Issue Two page 2 7 Comments Jim always reminds me of Wallace (from Wallace and grommit) every-time he does that little hand thing. “Oh lovely! A fainting Sphinx!” What. catch her, Jim!! what’s wrong with you?! When in doubt, pass out. When in trouble, when in doubt, run in circles, then pass out. Some say “scream” and some say “shout”, and some will dance and jog about. Come sun and rain and salt and silt, come fog and bog and falchion’s hilt. Come snarling orcs or mumbling toads, come idiots, anchormen, erroneous roads. Come whatever may be seen or heard, by plane, train, rainbow, bus, or bird, You’ll run away and back again, and perhaps exonerate yourself of sin. But time will come when ’nuff’s enough; the gorram day’s been just too tough. It’s people like me and you who know. Passing out’s the way to go. I love how Jim looks like he’s smiling when she faints. Whoa, I was way off. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked * Name * Email * Website Comment You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong> Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.