Flying Out of the Blue

Anyone who knows me knows I have a fondness for slapstick humor and total silliness. Sure, I can be serious and wax poetic and go deep into the zen zone. But sometimes a bad joke just hits the spot. So here is a little holy irreverance for the day: (Courtesy of my funny son, John Tarzan)

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (Oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good) …..

A super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

Have a great day!