By Alan B. Combs and John Barnstead
A local street preacher was listing the signs of the coming Apocalypse. I found myself shouting, “Omen, Brother, Omen!”
John responded:
“…whereas *some* men I know, dear Alan, viewing the approaching end, would rather cry “W-omen, Brother, W-omen!” remarks Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat, whose interest in these matters has been purely theoretical since his double orchidectomy a decade ago…”… Read the rest...