When does a shoe tree turn into a shoe forest? In Pirillo Vlog 405, we aim to find out!
And if a shoe tree falls in a shoe forest and no one’s around to hear it, does somebody still get stuck footing (pun!) the bill? Old questions are the hardest to answer, but ancient words of wisdom can often untangle their mysteries. Like my mama always used to say (as her mama said unto her):
There’s a humongous fungus among us
And a hive chock full of bees who stung us
So we’ll sic ‘em on the jury that hung us
And sup on scrumptious crabs from Dungeness
Yeah, I guess that doesn’t offer any clues or have anything to do with what we were talking about before, but it was good to get off my chest.
Do you have any fancy family songs, stories, poetry, or advice that have been passed down through the generations?