From GiftHub:
“Come let us drink!” as Rabelais would say, dressing as a King or Philanthropist, and rucking up his robes to show his buttocks, to the saturnalian laughter of the peasants beating their tankards on the table. “There is the real gold!,” cries he, letting loose a stream of urine, to rival Pantagruel himself. “Dear God, giving back is such a blessed relief! I just couldn’t hold it anymore—I mean the laughter.” Unless, indeed, we laugh at sober virtue we will burst.
From a recent conference catalogue:
Wednesday, May 7
LAUGHING AT SOBER VIRTUE
10:00 p.m. – 11:00 p.m.
This event is open to all conference attendees. A small tankard fee may apply.François Rabelais, writer, doctor, and humanist, will lead this highly interactive session during which he will lift his robes and micturate, comparing his emissions to the “gold” we foolishly seek in our personal lives and careers. “Dr. Rabelais’s methods are unconventional,” comments Phil Cubeta, morals tutor to America’s wealthiest families, “but there’s a clear sense in which we begin to re-live as we relieve.”
Well, this post cannot be allowed to pass without comment. What is a drunken revel without at least one sloppy guest? I well recall the time, Albert, when you spilled your Havana Sling all over my one good suit after a presentation at the Hudson Institute on Giving Well.
Posted by: Phil | May 27, 2008 at 04:52 PM
I hope to God I didn't do it on purpose. That was good gin, as I recall.
Posted by: Albert | May 27, 2008 at 08:20 PM
Your sucking it out of my suit coat was a little overboard.
Posted by: Phil | May 28, 2008 at 04:22 PM
OK, but I was paying.
Posted by: Albert | May 28, 2008 at 06:39 PM