You all know about the agnostic, dyslexic insomniac who stayed up all night wondering whether or not there is a dog.


So I'm walking down the street (while ago, this was) and I pass the music store, and there's a sign in the window:

                      Free Nelson Mandela

and I'm wondering, hey, if the Nelson is a good brand of mandela, why are they giving them away for free.

Now, THAT's a dysleximoron. I've waited all these years, but now I know.

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