Ray's Thought for the Day

Snort. Looks like Crumby had one of his spells last night. That derives from the poor conditions for celestial body viewin' that prevailed through both the great and wee hours of the darkness and left him with plenty of time to consider potential panic attacks. But nonetheless, the wheel turns and we all go round and guess what day it is? It's cinnamon bun fer Ray, day. Yepper. That 'tis.

Let's see now. If I Ray, was a glutton, how many cinnamon buns could I eat up. Hmmm. I could eat up twice three fifties in a year and then some, maybe.

Typically, a great hero of the Ulaid would swallow a roast pig, without chewing. You may think that unlikely, but I have seen a grown man swallow a Hostess Snowball, without chewing.

Goodness Gracious Sakes Alive. The authorities have arrested a great many Elfs. That aint right. The elves have suffered enough. Spell. Give 'em each a hunerd dollars and turn 'em loose.