Yet another Joelism:
"Do you mind?" I asked audaciously, and giggled as I wiped my hands gleefully on Joel's shirt-sleeve. My hands were quite wet and grimy after my run-in with the depths of Davy Jones Locker you see.
"I don't mind," said the incorrigable fiend, and went on to explain, "ask my wife--she'll tell you that I never mind." His eyes twinkled in such a manner that I could not help but laugh.
Some days later this same gentleman informed me that he minds none but his mother.
Hmph. I don't believe a syllable of it, and neither should you.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
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Mark--you did say...
What were you doing getting your hands dirty in Davy Jones Locker?
Playing dear sir, just playing.
Davy Jones locker is a place of many deep entraping secrets. So do be careful.
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