Every time you paint, you have to decide if you want it to be just another car or a Bugatti. Same function. But one has prestige.
Reunion is when you get up in the morning and tell your wife you are going to work.
Instead you go to your neighbour’s wife to make love to her.
Her husband comes and knocks on the door.
You go under the bed.
The husband enters the bedroom.
Feeling uneasy, the wife excuses herself to go to market to buy food items.
The husband takes advantage of the wife’s absence to call your wife.
Your wife quickly arrives and they make love.
Suddenly his wife who had excused herself to go to the market turned back halfway forgetting the list of food items at home and knocks on the door.
You’re still under the bed.
Your wife rushes to hide under the bed.
This is REUNION.
If an art collector decides to hold a show of his collection at a gallery of his choice, that does not make an artist whose works are included into the show, the collector’s artist, gang or people. Neither does the representation of that artist automatically belongs to that gallery by virtue of the artists work being shown there, beit one or ten.
When you make everyone the cook there’s no one left to complain that the food is bad.
A young woman walks into an accountant’s office and tells him she needs to file her tax returns.
The accountant says, “Before we begin, I’ll need to ask you a few questions.” He gets her name, address etc.
And then asks,”What’s your occupation?”
“I’m a prostitute,” she says.
The accountant is taken aback and says, “That’s too gross. Let’s try to re-phrase that.”
The woman says, “OK, I’m a high-end call girl”.
“No, that still won’t work. Need something more acceptable.”
They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m an elite poultry farmer.”
The accountant asks, “What does poultry farming have to do, with being a prostitute?”
“Well, I raised a thousand cocks last year?”
Accountant: “Brilliant !!! Poultry Farmer it is!!! And agricultural income is tax free!