This catalog arrived in the mail today:*
Can you read that? "Touch of Class."** Hmm. I'll go ahead and say it: Damn! Sometimes there's such a thing as too much class.
* I wonder how we wound up on this mailing list. I suppose our classy-reputation proceeds us.
** A "touch"? More like a vicious to-the-brink-of-death bludgeoning... of class. (A classy bludgeoning, after which, one is tied up in a classy sack full of classy rocks, then thrown into a classy river where one sinks to the classy depths, gasping one's last classy breath before the classy lights go out forever.)