I Give Myself Very Good Advice, But

Crawling At Your Feet,' Said The Gnat (alice Drew Her Feet Back In Some Alarm), `you May Observe A Bread-and-butterfly. Its Wings Are Thin Slices Of Bread-and-butter, Its Body Is A Crust, And Its Head Is A Lump Of Sugar.' And What Does It Live On?' Weak Tea With Cream In It.' A New Difficulty Came Into Alice's Head. `supposing It Couldn't Find Any?' She Suggested. Then It Would Die, Of Course.' But That Must Happen Very Often,' Alice Remarked Thoughtfully. It Always Happens,' Said The Gnat.

But, Said Alice, The The World Has Absolutely No Sens, Who's Stopping Us From Inventing One?

She's Stark Raving Mad!

As A General Rule, Do Not Kick The Shins Of The Opposite Gentleman Under The Table, If Personally Unaquainted With Him; Your Pleasantry Is Liable To Be Misunderstood--a Circumstance At All Times Unpleasant.

Well That Was The Silliest Tea Party I Ever Went To! I Am Never Going Back There Again!