I firmly believe there’s a bright side to any situation.
Now don’t get me wrong. Not for me, so much. If it was raining soup, I’d bring a fork. But for most people, every cloud has a sliver lining. Every thunderstorm brings the sun. Every winter has its spring. Except this last one, of course.
No, this fine young lad’s parents should look on the bright side. Their idiot son is standing on one hand acting like a fool on the Intertunnel where everyone can see him. But they can sleep peacefully at night, serene in the knowledge that at least he isn’t a mime.
[Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, who has chunks of mimes in his stool, for sending that one along]