All sisters cause grief to brothers. Ask her to become a cinder block layer. You can mix the dust into a wet mud. She will learn to count in 16's, considering the mortar space between the cinder-blocks. That can lead to a big-slot machine CEO's casino jobs position at Lost Vegan, Nevada.

Your sister may think you remind her of the stupid look her gynecologist's gives her when she has to face him at an appointment. A MALE gynecologist? Brush it off.

She can take her cop-skills into her next vocation? A good mathematician's, I am told, can tell you, if you give the measurement, sit in the circumference, extending outward toward the rippling bank....How long it will take, if one autumn leaf falls each day into a half full, clear pond? She can tell how many days it will it take for the water pond to overflow...while you sit in the middle of the pond.

Or, ask her, "If a hole is dug, removing all dust and dirt from a 6 X 6 wide hole, how far down deep must she dig? China?

One shovel-leaf fool at a time...huh.

Your sister is probable like most FEMALE sisters. Sisters are similar and different. Her rt-Axial may be bent. Steering spindles need fixed or a shoe-plate break is screeching and is worn thin.

She may have a need for grease applied on her mechanical cop car's lock-nuts.

She might need to loosen her grip on the steering wheel because her knuckles are WHITE. She may have bee issued from the car-pool a cop-car which needs a new drive shaft.

My sister reminds me of a old time "water witch." I love her but she always needs to scold. The "water witch" can take a dry peach branch and the branch goes flapping crazy. It slaps the chest of a MALE or FEMALE "water witch" and the 'V' dry peach-branch that's thirsty-dry point underground where the water streams of Life' flow.

If I could have a say about my sisters employment, I ask her to raise wild pheasant's and don't shoot them. Ever see a pretty Swinhee, Temminck, Impeyan, Amherst, and those other exotic birds? She sounds like a cop bird for now. Hope she keeps you out of the sibling rivalry bird cage.

If I am ever arrested again, I'd hope to be arrested by a FEMALE. I'd ask not to marry me, but take me for a hand-holding, swinging and skipping, walk in the damp woods.

I disbelieve in forced sobriety test. I can't walk very NORMAL nor will ever win a leg beauty contest for MALE farmers. A cop may ask, "You ever been injured, in that YOU, can't sing the ABC's backward?" I say, yea, I was shot once in my two lower legs.

Ah! HE ponders quietly, 'No believe in a sobriety breathalyzer test, No like to watch a pencil waved in front of his face because it reminds me of The Billy Cop Goon Clubs, and THEN: a three car cop squad surround me as I humn the Farmer in the Jail, backwards? gads.

The want-to-be arresting-me, Sheriff, tickets me for two tail lights that are banged out from bumping into oak trees. He then gets very suspicious because of red-drops on my pants.

THEN: "WHAT's Data, blood?" huh. NO. "WHAT!" It's just HEINZ Ketchup that dripped on my knee when a friend was feeding home-cooked, FRENCH Fry's to me. Sure! yes.

Okkannan said it best in one complete simple sentence. @ 3:41.

And @ 7:35 and @ 7:50, it true. I agree with Derbig Mooser.

It's raining and damp outside. It's naughty at the Starbucks Store, but some will sit there all day with a lap-top and shoot down chocolate macho mustachio's with whipped cream on top. They sit on a love couch too long, the Zoe's say. Git.

Some will walk all day in the rain and pretend each rain drop is a moult-colored candy-gum drop. It's good to eat colored candy jelly-beans like Mr. Communicator too? okay. It may NOT bring down a uncontrolled, Merry Go Round at the summer time carnival?

For breakfast, lunch and supper, let's eat candy? Brush after every meal, floss, and don't be too hallow tooth's. No be a barren "news" scribe fool/sage, dumb journalist. okay?

Every political thought that can't be expressed into the Cosmos in one single sentence, gets shot by a rapid-fire Paint Ball from the Hasbro Toy Company. Invest-in non-Lethal toys. Have fun.

Stop chopping Canadian pulp-pine trees to print lies. Be gentle. If the naughty journalist ever have offspring, HOW will the children confront THEM lie-barren-journalist Pa-Papa or Ma-Ma's who caused a dust bowl burnt firmament landscape for THEM? Lie?

Give every American a free Pentagon Paint Ball gun. If a thought goes on longer than WHAT can be expressed in one sentence, shoot-'um with multi-colored paint-balls? That! imho, would be the pinnacle feeling of knocking a hole with the first smack in a Straw Berry Candy Pinata.