Edgar Allan Poe, the famously morbid and twisted writer, runs into an old friend. Edgar tells him that he’s just had the best day. He finished two poems and sold them both. He went to the tavern and won three games of chess in a row. And on the way home he found a $20.00 gold piece on the ground.
“Fantastic news, Poe. Sounds like the kind of day that makes you feel glad to be alive!”
Reminds me of another joke.
Edgar Allan Poe, the famously morbid and twisted writer, runs into an old friend. Edgar tells him that he’s just had the best day. He finished two poems and sold them both. He went to the tavern and won three games of chess in a row. And on the way home he found a $20.00 gold piece on the ground.
“Fantastic news, Poe. Sounds like the kind of day that makes you feel glad to be alive!”
“Meh.”