Caught a bad case of kneebitis off the office carpet about seven thirty this morning. That's when some invisible kneeflea or kneeskeeto or other invisicritter gets up your pant leg and starts itchymunching at your knee. You scratch and scritch and you can never get the little fool. Even pulled up my pant leg. Of course, I couldn't find nothing but welts. Then he started munching my left knuckles. Now he started on my other shin. I need to fire up a cigar to drive the pest away. It's like camping: bugs hate baccy. Only prob is, the safety *** would be all over my a$$. "But, yer honor, my doctor prescribed a corona each time I have an episode of kneebitis."
“It has been a source of great pain to me to have met with so many among [my] opponents who had not the liberality to distinguish between political and social opposition; who transferred at once to the person, the hatred they bore to his political opinions.” —Thomas Jefferson (1808)