Sherman, set the wayback machine...
Our scene: A dirty city street somewhere in Philistine a long time ago...
Bob: Hey, Phil, did you hear what the town crier just said?
Phil: No, Bob, I was too busy working. What is the latest breaking news?
Bob: Some Jewish terrorist went crazy with the jawbone of an ass and killed liked hundreds of Philistines.
Phil: What? That's crazy! Is he still loose?
Bob: No, he's dead. But still... it makes you think.
Phil: Yeah, what was he thinking? Do you suppose he was drunk on wine? Or perhaps caught up in some sort of lover's spat? And where did he get the jawbone of an ass so easily?
Bob: There's no knowing why he went bezerk. But he apparently obtained the jawbone legally.
Phil: There ought to be a law.
Bob: Actually, Phil, I think there are too many laws. I mean, think about it, if someone else had been carrying the jawbone of an ass, there might be a lot of Philistines still walking around alive today.
Phil: You know, Bob, you're right. I'm going down to the cornerstore and buying me a jawbone for protection. And then when people see me walking down the street with the jawbone, they'll keep their distance.
Bob: Just be careful, Phil. You wouldn't want to hurt anyone by accident with that.
This little slice of drama brought to you by the National Jawbone Of An Ass Association - just because I can.
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