A snake has no armpits

Everything is beautiful, in it's own way.

Except for an interpretive dance about diarrhea.

The first line reminds me of a choir concert I went to after I had graduated high school. The church was packed. The choir and the choir master (Mr. Trepp - a husky fellow.. ) were stuck in the pews and I was lucky enough to sit right behind him with a few alumni friends. Then.. the choir started singing "Everything is Beautiful". I almost couldn't handle it. Trepp's backside just two or three feet away from my face.. bobbing back and forth as he's turning and conducting.. everything is NOT beautiful. Upon realization of this, I turned my head slowly while grinning like an idiot, till my friends caught on what I was thinking. A whole row of shoulders began to bob. Oh.. the shame. I made a quick exit after that concert.

Now I must work on an essay that is due in the morrow. About comparative moral issues. FUN