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Posted by Poet on April 19, 2006, at 10:13:51
In reply to Well... » Poet, posted by Racer on April 18, 2006, at 12:30:18
Lincoln said, "With malice toward none, with charity to all." Nowadays they say, "Think the way I do or I'll bomb the daylights outta you."
Posted by Racer on April 19, 2006, at 13:56:59
In reply to Re: Well... » Racer, posted by Poet on April 19, 2006, at 10:13:51
Excuse me, I really must gibber at the oriole window.
Posted by Poet on April 20, 2006, at 9:55:29
In reply to Just a sec... » Poet, posted by Racer on April 19, 2006, at 13:56:59
So I'm a ditherer? Well, I'm jolly well going to dither, then!
Posted by Racer on April 20, 2006, at 13:32:26
In reply to Re: Just a sec... » Racer, posted by Poet on April 20, 2006, at 9:55:29
Then we better have a few drinks first!
Posted by Poet on April 21, 2006, at 8:40:02
In reply to Very well... » Poet, posted by Racer on April 20, 2006, at 13:32:26
All those miles of open sea and back again a man would need something to keep warm, now, wouldn't he?
Posted by Racer on April 21, 2006, at 12:56:28
In reply to Re: Very well... » Racer, posted by Poet on April 21, 2006, at 8:40:02
Things are just the same as they always were, only, you're the same as you were, too, so I guess things will never be the same again.
Posted by Poet on April 23, 2006, at 15:17:12
In reply to {sigh} Look -- » Poet, posted by Racer on April 21, 2006, at 12:56:28
We've been friends for a long time. Do you really think you can talk me into it?
Posted by Racer on April 23, 2006, at 18:27:03
In reply to Re: {sigh} Look -- » Racer, posted by Poet on April 23, 2006, at 15:17:12
I do not think that will be necessary. I never faint because I am not sure that I will fall gracefully and I never use smelling salts because they puff up the eyes.
Posted by Poet on April 24, 2006, at 18:11:00
In reply to Oh... » Poet, posted by Racer on April 23, 2006, at 18:27:03
Just pretend you're a janitor. Janitors are never terrified.
Posted by Racer on April 24, 2006, at 19:55:42
In reply to Re: Oh... » Racer, posted by Poet on April 24, 2006, at 18:11:00
There's nothing like a love song to give you a good laugh.
Posted by Poet on April 25, 2006, at 9:40:10
In reply to Re: Oh... » Poet, posted by Racer on April 24, 2006, at 19:55:42
What you're trying to say is that you don't want me to love you. Say it. Say it!
Posted by Racer on April 25, 2006, at 10:30:54
In reply to Re: I knew it » Racer, posted by Poet on April 25, 2006, at 9:40:10
Is that "Pinky" with a Y or "Pinkie" with an IE?
Posted by Poet on April 26, 2006, at 8:45:01
In reply to Then tell me » Poet, posted by Racer on April 25, 2006, at 10:30:54
Not much meat on her, but what's there is cherce.
Posted by Racer on April 26, 2006, at 10:48:10
In reply to Re: Then tell me » Racer, posted by Poet on April 26, 2006, at 8:45:01
That's all, honey, that's all, say no more. Of course there's always a chance you could be an escaped fruitcake.
Posted by Poet on April 27, 2006, at 8:33:19
In reply to Re: Then tell me » Poet, posted by Racer on April 26, 2006, at 10:48:10
Well, you see, this is a question of getting married. You've never been married to a lobster.
Posted by Racer on April 27, 2006, at 11:29:32
In reply to You Wanted to Know » Racer, posted by Poet on April 27, 2006, at 8:33:19
And then I heard a noise.
What kind of noise?
Like a sound.
Posted by Poet on April 28, 2006, at 9:34:30
In reply to Re: You Wanted to Know » Poet, posted by Racer on April 27, 2006, at 11:29:32
You're just like Don Quixote. You think that everything is always something else.
Posted by Racer on April 28, 2006, at 10:25:52
In reply to Re: You Wanted to Know » Racer, posted by Poet on April 28, 2006, at 9:34:30
Just keep saying to yourself "I'm adequate."
Posted by Poet on April 29, 2006, at 10:20:08
In reply to That's OK, dear » Poet, posted by Racer on April 28, 2006, at 10:25:52
YES! But don't hold that against me, I'm a little screwy myself!
Posted by Racer on April 29, 2006, at 12:03:37
In reply to Re: That's OK, dear » Racer, posted by Poet on April 29, 2006, at 10:20:08
I never did like the idea of sitting on newspaper. I did it once, and all the headlines came off on my white pants. On the level! It actually happened. Nobody bought a paper that day. They just followed me around over town and read the news on the seat of my pants.
Posted by Poet on May 1, 2006, at 8:23:25
In reply to I don't know, see... » Poet, posted by Racer on April 29, 2006, at 12:03:37
I wouldn't cover the burning of Rome for you if they were just lighting it up!
Posted by Racer on May 1, 2006, at 9:45:49
In reply to Re: I don't know, see... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 1, 2006, at 8:23:25
If I ever lay my two eyes on you again, I'm gonna walk right up to you and hammer on that monkeyed skull of yours 'til it rings like a Chinese gong!
Posted by Poet on May 2, 2006, at 9:40:13
In reply to Re: I don't know, see... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 1, 2006, at 9:45:49
I always have a wonderful time, wherever I am, whoever I'm with.
Posted by Racer on May 2, 2006, at 10:08:12
In reply to Yes, You Could, but » Racer, posted by Poet on May 2, 2006, at 9:40:13
Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years, and I'm happy to state I finally won out over it.
Posted by Poet on May 3, 2006, at 10:43:20
In reply to Re: Yes, You Could, but » Poet, posted by Racer on May 2, 2006, at 10:08:12
I seem to have misplaced my buttonhole.
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