Punchy Proverbs of the Week:
(1) Nothing can cut deeper than the double-bladed sword of humor and supposed goodwill.
(2) The lips exist to cover the teeth, and the teeth exist to hold back the tongue. [Suggested by Symphonist Sepperl. His proverbs are always…interesting.]
This next proverb was inspired by Lady Cheetah, a Punchy Family member. (She has a great blog which you can check out here.)
(3) A slanderer is the lowliest of all human garbage; they are fit only to be discarded like trash, lest their poison spreads—they deserve to be slandered.
I don’t know about you, dear Punchy Family, but this proverb left the professor somewhat flabbergasted—gobsmacked. Doesn’t it seem to contradict itself? Favorites?
Something you should know about the professor:
He is quite radical.
I had the chance to speak briefly with V. Shnodgrate while I was visiting the PL. It was one of those conversations that you wish you never had. We were in a café at the time.
“Mr. Shnodgrate,” I said, “I was wondering if you could…well…”
Shnodgrate looked up suddenly. “Yes? What?”
“Well, could you possibly make your proverbs less ambiguous and more…agreeable?”
“Why?” Shnodgrate said curtly, returning to his tea. “Does one of the Punchy Family members not like my proverbs?”
“No, no,” I replied, stretching the truth.
Shnodgrate looked up suddenly. “Do you dislike my proverbs?”
Luckily, fate intervened and we were joined by Fats Henry.
“Whoa,” Henry boomed. “If it isn’t P. VJ and the poet man!”
Shnodgrate paled and looked away. Henry’s brash and brazen ways had an ill effect on Mr. Shnodgrate, I’m afraid, whose priggish tendencies made coexistence with the vulgar Henry quite impossible.
I nodded. “Hello, Mr. Henry. Anything new?”
Henry slumped into a chair next to me. “Yeah, you know, I’m sick and tired of playing in these Punchy movies and getting all the rotten parts!”
I shrugged. “Well…that was only in Robin Hood. And you were the Sheriff—a very important part, I might add.”
“Not how the script was written, it wasn’t.”
Of course, I failed to mention that I had a big hand in the writing of the script.
“And then,” Henry continued [Shnodgrate left abruptly ], “this stupid Les Miz series! I’ve got another rotten part!”
That’s when I stood. I didn’t want Henry to realize my involvement—deep involvement—in that script too.
“Good day, Mr. Henry.”
“Yeah, for you.”