Sunday, August 22, 2010

Mahatma Gandhi

One hot day in New Delhi, Gandhi strode purposefully past a pair of British soldiers.

"Look at that bloke," one began, "Fellow walks everywhere, starves himself, fancies himself a spiritualist."

The other stifled a laugh and said, "Know what that makes him, then?" 

"What, old chap??"

"Why, he's a super-calloused fragile mystic, hexed by halitosis!"

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