Super Lawyers
William C. Altreuter

Sunday, April 19, 2015 Driven from bed by pain in his toe one October night, Ben Franklin imagined a parley with his tormentor:
FRANKLIN. Eh! Oh! eh! What have I done to merit these cruel sufferings?
GOUT. Many things; you have ate and drank too freely, and too much indulged those legs of yours in their indolence.
FRANKLIN. Who is it that accuses me?
GOUT. It is I, even I, the Gout.

(Futility Closet.)

I'm in the clear at the moment, which is just as well-- nobody sympathizes with sufferers of the gout.

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