There was a man, the elders say, and he was called Reasonisfaith. He was a mighty man and seasoned. He could bench press 188% of his own body weight, or so the legend is told.
He spoke in humble tones of his state weight lifting championships and regaled his fellows with tales of his strength and derring do. He also spake often of his virility and ability to "score chicks."
Some say he is gone from us. And some say he lives on, if only in the minds of our children and that he always will.
Like Jeremiah Johnson.
OK, now that’s funny right there. I thought I was reading a passage written by Chaucer.
Thanks.
At your command, Colonel B. I lurk in the shadows, unseen but at the ready, alongside the plowmen and the yeomen, the brickmakers, the tavern keepers and the gunsmiths crying “Liberty, or death! We’re the Patriots at Lexington and the Minutemen of Concord, awaiting the call to arms. (figuratively speaking)