Time waits for no man. Well, not anymore. Time used to wait for a guy that lived in Paris during the devastating pig plague of 1833, but that guy procrastinated way too much, so Time made a policy not to wait for any other man after that. Way to ruin it for everyone else, Parisian guy from 1833.

Necessity is the mother of invention. She is also the mother of new underwear. And Doug. Necessity doesn’t talk about Doug much. He was a bit of a disappointment, what with his lack of doing anything at all. Necessity usually pretends, if people ask, that Doug is a very animated piece of furniture.

A stitch in time saves nine. A stitch in my finger saves a great deal of blood loss. And, just in case you were wondering, Time did most certainly not have to wait for the man that did her stitches.

Many hands make light work. Especially if you live in a world where the switches are absolutely enormous!

Too many cooks spoil the broth. I tried to tell the cannibals that one less cook, and a hand full (they are cannibals, after all) of parsley, would make a huge difference. They didn’t listen. Their broth was spoilt. They really should have saved the last cook for breakfast.

 

 

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