In the days of old, when Knights were bold, ladies were taken to the tournaments. They excitedly dressed in their finest finery to see and to be seen. It was my honor to escort the lady Geneva, the sister of the duke to the event.
She was not too well versed on just exactly what was transpiring but was eager to choose a champion and to wager the 50 florins in her purse. I carefully explained the jousting course and how the knights rode towards each other, lances lowered to unhorse their opponent.
We reviewed the warriors. There was Sir Geffery Dilandsworth wearing the gleaming armor and carrying the shield with the distinctive blue and white checkered shield. There was Sir Albert Truan in the black armor and a green pennant of Vaud rippling from his lance, there was Sir Gilbane De Valier, lord of St Gelbert manor on the huge gray charger and there was Sir Zagnoc Miclicokye Earl of the Chech barony in the wonderful red chain mail mantle over his shoulders Aegis like.
After the first round, half were eliminated and so it went till there were only 6 left. My lady, a thrifty sort still had her florins and was deciding how best to wager. She cried out to Sir Albert and waved her lace kerchief and then pointed to the bold knight and swooned “Is that Sir Zagnoc with the pretty shield”?’
“Of course not “ I responded……”How many times must I tell you, The chech’s in the mail”
Cosby....
I wasn’t always black... There was this freckle, and it got bigger and bigger.”
Women don’t want to hear what you think. Women want to hear what they think - in
a deeper voice.
Human beings are the only creatures on earth that allow their children to come back home.
You know the only people who are always sure about the proper way to
raise children? Those who’ve never had any.
Did you ever see the customers in health - food stores? They are pale,
skinny people who look half - dead. In a steak house, you see robust, ruddy people.
They’re dying, of course, but they look terrific.