Robert Schmidt 02

My friend Sam has one leg. I went to his house. I couldn’t go up the stairs. The sky is falling. The sun is rising. The sky is falling… No, I’m tipping over backwards. The sky already fell. Now what? The sun never sets on the British Empire. But it rises every morning. The sky must get awfully crowded. I forgot and left the lighthouse on all night. Next day the sun wouldn’t rise. If you take a oriental and turn him around so he faces west, does he become disoriented? I brought a mirror to Lovers’ Lane. I told everybody I’m Narcissus. How many people does it take to change a searchlight bulb?