If I keep reading any more of Clark Hornbell's archives, I'm going to lose my job. Want to lose yours too? Good. Read this:
I was walking by somebody's compost heap, on my way to lunch today, when the whole pile got up and started talking to me. Soil, rot, and all. I looked close and eventually realized that there was a person under all the stinking filth. Surprise surprise, it was a filthy stinking hippy.
