Passage #268: 24 September 2014
A Trip to the Funny Farm
It was definitely a farm; that much, at least, is true. Some even say that it was a funny farm, though it is debatable just how funny it really was (is polio funny?). In spite of whatever else may have transpired there, this farm was, on the whole, a sober and sedate (or at least a sobering and sedated) place, rumors to the contrary* notwithstanding. And this is where our ride takes us tonight.
* There are, of course, those who say that it is a HAUNTED ABANDONED INSANE ASYLUM, though we would not presume to fill your head with such nonsense. Perish the thought. It's not even October yet. Please.
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