Fruit Salad!

Knowledge knows a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom tells ya not to put it in a fruit salad.

And so the femme fatale has an inception for a post. Do I know enough? Am I wise enough to use what I know enough? Is there anybody on the planet that fits the bloody bill?

I come across gallons of posts how a moron made a bad decision which turn horrendous in hindsight <yes, a firearm's rear sight! The very same!>. But wasn't it supposed to happen in the exact same fashion? Isn't life a matter of choices?

Why blame the moron? Poor thing, He/She! More often the aficionados of anthropology are blighted by a small thingy called probability! How on earth could ya miss that one, buddy?!

What happens to the tomato in the aforementioned salad is a matter of great contention. Landed up in the hands of a bloke?! Ah! There ya go into the fruit salad, Darling! And maybe, just maybe, the tomato was the best thing in the bloody fruit carnage.

Snicker all ya wanna... its a mud game we are in. And if ya are neck deep, sugar, don't open your mouth. If I may say!