Catatonic Motivator is sort of an oxymoron, you mor...oops. Pardon my negativity while I become more upbeat. Sometimes I don't know how to feel.
'Round here, CatMot pretty much stands for Keeper o' the Jokes, like this one:
She says:
"Men are like fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something with which we'd like to have dinner."
He says:
"Women are like fine wine. They all start out fresh, fruity and intoxicating, and then turn full-bodied with age until they go all sour and vinegary and give you a headache."
Or, perhaps, this:
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."
You know, I like this thread more and more...
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