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Posted by Poet on July 14, 2006, at 9:48:05
In reply to Re: Travel Plans? » Poet, posted by Racer on July 14, 2006, at 1:46:43
Well, I'll tell you what. You make it through tomorrow without killing anybody, especially me, or yourself, then I'll start trusting you.
Posted by Racer on July 14, 2006, at 10:36:49
In reply to Here's the deal » Racer, posted by Poet on July 14, 2006, at 9:48:05
Saw this on Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless...
Posted by Poet on July 17, 2006, at 8:35:55
In reply to You know, I think ... » Poet, posted by Racer on July 14, 2006, at 10:36:49
Okay, okay, okay, okay, this is the best part okay? You make a tax deduction on interest payments you don't even make! Am I an innovator? Am I a genius?
Posted by Racer on July 17, 2006, at 10:22:39
In reply to Re: You know, I think ... » Racer, posted by Poet on July 17, 2006, at 8:35:55
This is just so shocking. I mean I must just be so monumentally naive.
:-D
Posted by Poet on July 18, 2006, at 8:43:28
In reply to Re: You know, I think ... » Poet, posted by Racer on July 17, 2006, at 10:22:39
It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
Posted by Racer on July 18, 2006, at 10:01:47
In reply to Yes, you might just be since » Racer, posted by Poet on July 18, 2006, at 8:43:28
I've finally found someone I can love - a good, clean love... without utensils.
Posted by Poet on July 19, 2006, at 8:37:41
In reply to Re: Yes, you might just be since » Poet, posted by Racer on July 18, 2006, at 10:01:47
Listen to me Hillary. I'm not the first guy who fell in love with a woman that he met at a restaurant who turned out to be the daughter of a kidnapped scientist only to lose her to her childhood lover who she last saw on a deserted island who then turned out fifteen years later to be the leader of the French underground.
Posted by Racer on July 19, 2006, at 10:05:52
In reply to Deja Vu? » Racer, posted by Poet on July 19, 2006, at 8:37:41
Well, I'm sure I'd feel much worse if I weren't under such heavy sedation.
Posted by Poet on July 20, 2006, at 8:27:33
In reply to Re: Deja Vu -- all over again... » Poet, posted by Racer on July 19, 2006, at 10:05:52
He was the patron saint of quality footwear.
Posted by Racer on July 20, 2006, at 10:25:09
In reply to Little Known Fact » Racer, posted by Poet on July 20, 2006, at 8:27:33
As long as there's, you know, sex and drugs, I can do without the rock and roll.
Posted by Poet on July 21, 2006, at 8:57:11
In reply to Better Known Fact » Poet, posted by Racer on July 20, 2006, at 10:25:09
There was abuse in my family, but it was mostly musical in nature.
Posted by Racer on July 21, 2006, at 10:31:29
In reply to Re: An Unknown Fact » Racer, posted by Poet on July 21, 2006, at 8:57:11
These go to eleven.
Posted by Poet on July 22, 2006, at 10:24:40
In reply to Re: A Well Known Fact » Poet, posted by Racer on July 21, 2006, at 10:31:29
The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and...
Posted by Racer on July 22, 2006, at 12:32:25
In reply to Yes Indeed » Racer, posted by Poet on July 22, 2006, at 10:24:40
Just because something's fixed, doesn't mean it can't be broken.
Posted by Poet on July 23, 2006, at 16:04:39
In reply to You know what I always say... » Poet, posted by Racer on July 22, 2006, at 12:32:25
Christ! My customer! She only come in for a demi-wave, she'll come out looking like a flippin' muppet!
Posted by Racer on July 23, 2006, at 16:41:33
In reply to Re: You know what I always say... » Racer, posted by Poet on July 23, 2006, at 16:04:39
Don't let me hear you answering unasked questions again.
Posted by Poet on July 24, 2006, at 8:42:26
In reply to I'm warning you... » Poet, posted by Racer on July 23, 2006, at 16:41:33
Oh, you can't get out backwards. You've got to go forwards to go back, better press on.
Posted by Racer on July 24, 2006, at 23:16:02
In reply to Better pay attention » Racer, posted by Poet on July 24, 2006, at 8:42:26
That's it then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and call off Christmas.
Posted by Poet on July 25, 2006, at 8:13:45
In reply to I think you'd better pay attention, too » Poet, posted by Racer on July 24, 2006, at 23:16:02
Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business, all of a sudden, up he comes, cures me! One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood's gone. Not so much as a by-your-leave! "You're cured, mate." Bloody do-gooder.
Posted by Racer on July 25, 2006, at 18:29:28
In reply to Fine » Racer, posted by Poet on July 25, 2006, at 8:13:45
Oh, I believe you, I just put my glasses on because I'm cold.
Posted by Poet on July 26, 2006, at 8:42:29
In reply to Re: Fine » Poet, posted by Racer on July 25, 2006, at 18:29:28
Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
Posted by Racer on July 26, 2006, at 9:26:26
In reply to Re: Fine Fine » Racer, posted by Poet on July 26, 2006, at 8:42:29
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
Posted by Poet on July 27, 2006, at 8:26:13
In reply to Re: Fine Fine » Poet, posted by Racer on July 26, 2006, at 9:26:26
I *warned* you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you *knew*, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little *bunny*, isn't it?
Posted by Racer on July 27, 2006, at 19:05:38
In reply to You Can't Say I Didn't Try » Racer, posted by Poet on July 27, 2006, at 8:26:13
Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years, Doctor, and I'm happy to state I finally won out over it.
Posted by Poet on July 28, 2006, at 8:34:06
In reply to Yeah? Well, I succeeded! » Poet, posted by Racer on July 27, 2006, at 19:05:38
I took a course in art last winter. I learnt the difference between a fine oil painting, and a mechanical thing, like a photograph. The photograph shows only the reality. The painting shows not only the reality, but the dream behind it. It's our dreams, doctor, that carry us on. They separate us from the beasts. I wouldn't want to go on living if I thought it was all just eating, and sleeping, and taking my clothes off, I mean putting them on...
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