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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.
Posted by Racer on May 3, 2006, at 12:03:00
In reply to Re: Yes, You Have, but » Racer, posted by Poet on May 3, 2006, at 10:43:20
Myrtle Mae, you have a lot to learn, and I hope you never learn it.
Posted by Poet on May 4, 2006, at 8:48:09
In reply to Re: Yes, You Have, but » Poet, posted by Racer on May 3, 2006, at 12:03:00
Of course, that's why I'm sitting here with you. Because you remind me of you. Your eyes, your throat, your lips! Everything about you reminds me of you. Except you. How do you account for that? If she figures that one out, she's good.
Posted by Racer on May 4, 2006, at 12:55:19
In reply to Re: Yes, posted by Poet on May 4, 2006, at 8:48:09
I'm proud to recall that at no time at all and with no other recourses but my own resources, with firm application and determination... I made a fool of myself!
Posted by Poet on May 5, 2006, at 8:35:16
In reply to In case you doubt my self-esteem » Poet, posted by Racer on May 4, 2006, at 12:55:19
Is this stuff on the level or are you just making it up as you go along?
Posted by Racer on May 5, 2006, at 10:56:55
In reply to Re: In case you doubt my self-esteem » Racer, posted by Poet on May 5, 2006, at 8:35:16
I don't know what they have to say
It makes no difference anyway
Whatever it is, I'm against it.
No matter what it is or who commenced it, I'm against it!
Your proposition may be good
But let's have one thing understood:
Whatever it is, I'm against it.
And even when you've changed it or condensed it, I'm against it!
For months before my son was born
I used to yell from night till morn:
Whatever it is, I'm against it!
And I've kept yelling since I've first commenced it, I'm against it.
Posted by Poet on May 6, 2006, at 17:37:02
In reply to Just to remove all doubt » Poet, posted by Racer on May 5, 2006, at 10:56:55
If any form of pleasure is exhibited, report to me and it will be prohibited! I'll put my foot down, so shall it be... this is the land of the free! The last man nearly ruined this place he didn't know what to do with it. If you think this country's bad off now, just wait till I get through with it! The country's taxes must be fixed, and I know what to do with it. If you think you're paying too much now, just wait till I get through with it!
Posted by Racer on May 6, 2006, at 19:46:44
In reply to Re: Just to remove all doubt » Racer, posted by Poet on May 6, 2006, at 17:37:02
If it wasn't for graft, you'd get a very low type of people in politics, men without ambition, jellyfish!
Posted by Poet on May 8, 2006, at 9:00:07
In reply to That's the thing about politics... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 6, 2006, at 19:46:44
I haven't seen so much mudslinging since the last election!
Posted by Racer on May 8, 2006, at 22:08:32
In reply to Re: That's the thing about politics... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 8, 2006, at 9:00:07
Well, he had a point. 'Course he carried it a bit too far. He thought that every windmill was a giant. That's insane. But, thinking that they might be, well... All the best minds used to think the world was flat. But what if it isn't? It might be round. And bread mold might be medicine. If we never looked at things and thought of what might be, why we'd all still be out there in the tall grass with the apes.
Posted by Poet on May 9, 2006, at 8:49:19
In reply to What they don't understand is... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 8, 2006, at 22:08:32
Sitting there at that moment I thought of something else Shakespeare said. He said, "Hey... life is pretty stupid; with lots of hubbub to keep you busy, but really not amounting to much." Of course I'm paraphrasing: "Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Posted by Racer on May 9, 2006, at 10:26:36
In reply to Re: What they don't understand is... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 9, 2006, at 8:49:19
Let us just say: I was deeply unhappy, but I didn't know it, because I was so happy all the time
Posted by Poet on May 10, 2006, at 8:33:07
In reply to Re: What they don't understand is... » Poet, posted by Racer on May 9, 2006, at 10:26:36
You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good. And I'd make you most unhappy, most. That is, I'd do my best to.
Posted by Racer on May 10, 2006, at 9:55:35
In reply to Re: What I understand is... » Racer, posted by Poet on May 10, 2006, at 8:33:07
Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here. Mother, how do you get smallpox?
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