Let's never forget that life is a great satire.

No matter how much happens or how hopeless the whole tangled plot becomes, we know that there is a good ending.

It is the irony, however, that defines a satire. And the irony is that those who are considered wisest and think they know what will happen will be the ones that are suprised.

All I want is for that suprise to come before it is too late for them. That's all I ask.

To the inventors of corduroy, thank you! And thank you, God, for making men so genius!

Yes, I am not ashamed when I say I LOVE CORDUROY!!!

I have made more than one impulse buy purely because the item was mostly corduroy.

I do not like how corduroy looks on people. I do not like to wear corduroy. But the IDEA of corduroy is so enticing that I simply cannot withstand the temptation!

Soft, yet strong! Textured yet subtle! Ready to get down and dirty, but never losing its classy reputation.

It whispers in the most commanding voice, “I am above you, but I work along side of you, and I do better than you.”

Jeans cower in its path, and wilt in submission.

And the king of fabrics, Corduroy, lives on forever. LONG LIVE CORDUROY!!!

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