I can tell you I'm sorry, but I can't tell the truth, dear. And what if I could; would it do any good? You'll still never get to see the contents of my shoebox. Shoebox of lies. -- Barenaked Ladies, Shoe Box

Sick Day

I have The Rona, so I’m not writing this week. Instead, enjoy this factoid:

We are equidistant in history from the births of Benedict Arnold and Jean-Luc Picard.

Also, though this fact has not been verified by official sources, when the pope dies, there’s a special hammer they whack him with just to make sure he’s properly dead.

Some popes get whacked harder than others, I assume.

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