The prodigal pun returns!

Another bubble of sarcasm in my stomach, the birth of another little parasite of irony, eating at my brainstem to comment, the prodigal pun returns to me. And with what vigour! True, we do not contemplate ever getting back our heirloom, and yes i do consider my pun as my heirloom, but i did get it back! In the past two days i have learnt to respect sarcasm. It, like any other strength and quality, has its own place. In some places, it can deadly in some cases futile.