I'm reading Sarah Vowell's 'The Wordy Shipmates' about the Puritans of the early 1600's Massachusetts Bay Colony.
Unsurprisingly, life for the Puritans is harsh and strict. Reading this has made me wish rules were more strictly enforced in our day and age.
If only I could be Ye Olde Mayor - those guys knew how to punish...
Dear Diary - Our most fair and just Lord Mayor MC of Etcher was forced to punish me this day, with thirty righteous lashes of the whip, when I neglected to wring out and properly store the scrubby-sponge on the scrubby-sponge drying tray. Instead, I left the scrubby-sponge in the sink, wet, soapy, and with bits of last night's spaghetti still clinging to it.
I have learned well the error of my ways, that a dank scrubby-sponge with bits of spaghetti still clinging to it is without doubt Satan's playground, and the cavorting demons of bacterial plague within the scrubby-sponge is like unto a teeny Gomorrah.
Amen.
Unsurprisingly, life for the Puritans is harsh and strict. Reading this has made me wish rules were more strictly enforced in our day and age.
If only I could be Ye Olde Mayor - those guys knew how to punish...
Dear Diary - Our most fair and just Lord Mayor MC of Etcher was forced to punish me this day, with thirty righteous lashes of the whip, when I neglected to wring out and properly store the scrubby-sponge on the scrubby-sponge drying tray. Instead, I left the scrubby-sponge in the sink, wet, soapy, and with bits of last night's spaghetti still clinging to it.
I have learned well the error of my ways, that a dank scrubby-sponge with bits of spaghetti still clinging to it is without doubt Satan's playground, and the cavorting demons of bacterial plague within the scrubby-sponge is like unto a teeny Gomorrah.
Amen.
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