The Battle Of The Sexes Will Never

So I'm At The Wailing Wall, Standing There Like A Moron, With My Harpoon.

I Think Of My Body As A Temple. Or At Least A Relatively Well-managed Presbyterian Youth Center.

I'd Be In The Backyard Minding My Own Business. The Other Kids Would Call Me Names, Like Meatball Head Or Neo-calvinist. I'd Run After Them, But Lucky For Them The Chain Would Snap My Neck Back.

How Many People Here Have Telekenetic Powers? Raise My Hand.

Well! I Feel Happy These Days. I've Started Taking A Herbal Anti-depressant. It's Called Saint John's Wort. Apparently It's The Best-selling Anti-depressant In Many Places. It's The Most Popular Anti-depressant In Germany... After, I'm Guessing, Amnesia.