It Doesn't Hurt to Try.

This is not a picture of the Banton Bith.

The Banton Bith, we are always reminded, traces its origins back to a repurposed walking contraption, you know the kind I mean, right? It's somewhat rigid as to the aughts, by nightfall some type of character responds to signals usually not received by 'normal' folks. We're not about to let that deter us from the hourly scampering in formation that is our wont. Could it add up to a doomed position? Some have indicated as much, sarcastically however, we sense. 'When' is a question not for a weaker member. But a profitable position is likely to leak its beams without too much effect. A poor one, maybe, is based in the Stelton, Massachusetts boxing corps historical process. Priests, too. It won't always be that way, but we can hope. Why not try as well?

The person in the above photo (taken decades ago) is not currently on the
FBI's terrorist watch-list. No further  information is available at this time.

It's not a question of whether we've looked too hard, or even at all. No, it's more like a strategy option, we only fold when a brisk, tidy oval is (virtually) plunked forth, a suspicious calmness sets in and my personal box is set aflame, after dinner perhaps? You know the rule, right? It skips every third flavor, then 'goes' again weaker and weaker until, in the end, the paradox is exposed for all to laugh at roundly with an almost Dutch aplomb. Bail yourself  out and take a walk, .. .. you'll see, bigtime!

A glass of what? 

This whole operation hasn't gone too well, is all we're saying. The trick pattern has violated the Second Vest. We're familiar with a nesting crew from our youth. We've poured forth our innermost secure docket to a fair-thee-well, but one last (barely) doubtful format remains, and it's a doozy! We fear the Committee has had enough and may withdraw moral and financial support. Not long now. 'Highly strung' is an estimate we receive almost daily. Crane or doily? Tough chirp!

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