the saints only reach when the coast is clear...

damaged goods The HolyGospel According to St. Mark, the tenth chapter! I have a friend who has this annoying habit. He kills jokes. You see, when you start to tell a joke he starts asking questions. I'll say something like, "Why did the chicken cross the road." And he will say, well what I want to know is how did that chicken get loose? No! That's not the point, I'll tell him. Trying to get back on track I'll say, let's just imagine the chicken has been free for a while. So , why did that chicken cross the road, I'll ask. And then he will come back with, what kind of a road is it. Is this a busy road in the city or a country road? At this point I've just about lost my patience. Why? What does it matter, I'll ask. Never mind, it is a country road. So, why did this chicken that has been free for some time cross a country road, I'll try again. Then he will say something like, what time of day is ...