the horror, the horror

    
    Of course I love it, John, when The Fat Boy
    (or, in your case, I suspect, The Thin Boy)
    manages to make all our flesh creep. But why,
    oh why, did you have to go & spoil it with:
    '.... My life is a joyous one ....' ?

    Not 'joyous'. Not 'joyous', I beseech you in
    the bowels of Christ. 'Joyous' is reserved for
    the happy-clappy evangelist, for the tambourine
    & the joining of hands, for the enumeration of delights
    & the relentless smiling.

    As Spike Jones used to protest: You've gone
    & ruined the best part of the whole melody.

    Scottie B.

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