Heaneyland!

Tiny amusements

The other night I dreamed I was standing on a balcony with Jesus. We were looking out at the world, and he said, "This is great! The whole world is Christian now! How did you do it?" I shrugged and said, "I sold our souls to the devil." He slapped his forehead, rounded on me, and shouted, "You idiot!"

The headline fated to launch a million hack jokes: "Manilow doing well following hip surgery".

Rose poynteth me to Geoffrey Chaucer's reporte aboute Serpentes on a Shippe.