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Posted by Poet on October 20, 2006, at 17:53:38
In reply to Re: Regardless of all that » Poet, posted by Racer on October 20, 2006, at 13:07:07
Now I see a blonde. Oh, but she has been bad luck for you. The tea leaves say... you will have good luck with the redhead.
Posted by Racer on October 20, 2006, at 21:17:28
In reply to Look into my crystal ball » Racer, posted by Poet on October 20, 2006, at 17:53:38
I'm a coffee man myself! What happened with your astrologer? She couldn't read the stars on a cloudy night?
Posted by Poet on October 21, 2006, at 16:33:19
In reply to Re: Look into my crystal ball » Poet, posted by Racer on October 20, 2006, at 21:17:28
I can never get a zipper to close. Maybe that stands for something, what do you think?
Posted by Racer on October 21, 2006, at 19:14:04
In reply to Psychological or Physical? » Racer, posted by Poet on October 21, 2006, at 16:33:19
Pardon me, but your husband is showing.
Posted by Poet on October 22, 2006, at 13:30:19
In reply to I don't want to alarm you, but... » Poet, posted by Racer on October 21, 2006, at 19:14:04
What a husband doesn't know won't hurt his wife.
Posted by Racer on October 23, 2006, at 1:20:39
In reply to I'm Not Alarmed » Racer, posted by Poet on October 22, 2006, at 13:30:19
No, but I think a husband is entitled to an inkling.
Posted by Poet on October 23, 2006, at 19:16:44
In reply to Re: I'm Not Alarmed » Poet, posted by Racer on October 23, 2006, at 1:20:39
You see, François, marriage is a beautiful mistake which two people make together. But with you, François, I think it would be a mistake."
Posted by Racer on October 23, 2006, at 22:02:00
In reply to Definitely Not Alarmed » Racer, posted by Poet on October 23, 2006, at 19:16:44
Oh, one gets so tired of one's own class--princes and counts and dukes and kings! Everybody talking shop. Always trying to sell you jewelry.
Posted by Poet on October 24, 2006, at 21:08:18
In reply to I am alarmed, rather... » Poet, posted by Racer on October 23, 2006, at 22:02:00
Tonsils! Positively tonsils!
Posted by Racer on October 25, 2006, at 13:18:44
In reply to You Should Be » Racer, posted by Poet on October 24, 2006, at 21:08:18
Do you remember the man who walked into the Bank of Constantinople, and walked out with the Bank of Constantinople?
Posted by Poet on October 26, 2006, at 19:36:17
In reply to I'm feeling nostalgic. Tell me... » Poet, posted by Racer on October 25, 2006, at 13:18:44
Why did I take up stealing? To live better, to own things I couldn't afford, to acquire this good taste that you now enjoy and which I should be very reluctant to give up.
Posted by Racer on October 27, 2006, at 10:09:22
In reply to Re: Tell me... » Racer, posted by Poet on October 26, 2006, at 19:36:17
I have a feeling that tonight you're going to see one of the Riviera's most fascinating sights.
Posted by Poet on October 27, 2006, at 18:40:59
In reply to You know... » Poet, posted by Racer on October 27, 2006, at 10:09:22
There must be something between us, even if it's only an ocean
Posted by Racer on October 29, 2006, at 11:05:01
In reply to I agree » Racer, posted by Poet on October 27, 2006, at 18:40:59
I'll just take my ego for a walk.
Posted by Poet on October 30, 2006, at 21:21:39
In reply to In that case » Poet, posted by Racer on October 29, 2006, at 11:05:01
Oh, I beg your pardon. Was that your leg? I had no idea we were going into a tunnel. I thought the compartment was empty.
Posted by Racer on October 31, 2006, at 10:20:52
In reply to Excuse Me, posted by Poet on October 30, 2006, at 21:21:39
He's not exaggerating a thing, dear. It's all true, every word he isn't saying.
Posted by Poet on November 2, 2006, at 19:53:10
In reply to Re: Excuse Me » Poet, posted by Racer on October 31, 2006, at 10:20:52
Trust me, Madam, your underwear is in good hands.
Posted by Racer on November 3, 2006, at 12:44:01
In reply to No Need to Worry » Racer, posted by Poet on November 2, 2006, at 19:53:10
No, let me go! I've got tides to regulate! Comets to direct! I don't have time for flatulence and orgasms!
Posted by Poet on November 3, 2006, at 16:10:20
In reply to But I do worry! » Poet, posted by Racer on November 3, 2006, at 12:44:01
Your reality, sir, is lies and balderdash and I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever.
Posted by Racer on November 4, 2006, at 1:24:05
In reply to Really, Don't Worry » Racer, posted by Poet on November 3, 2006, at 16:10:20
One more peep outta you, weisenheimer, and I'll butter your necktie.
Posted by Poet on November 4, 2006, at 13:22:00
In reply to You're the one to worry... » Poet, posted by Racer on November 4, 2006, at 1:24:05
Wouldn't that get a little monotonous, just Akron, cold beer and 'poor, poor thing' for two weeks?
Posted by Racer on November 7, 2006, at 1:47:46
In reply to But » Racer, posted by Poet on November 4, 2006, at 13:22:00
Is there a man in the world who suffers as I do from the gross inadequacies of the human race?
Posted by Poet on November 7, 2006, at 16:15:37
In reply to Woe is me » Poet, posted by Racer on November 7, 2006, at 1:47:46
I simply will not sit down to dinner with Midwestern barbarians, I think too highly of my digestive system.
Posted by Racer on November 15, 2006, at 10:48:38
In reply to Re: Woe is me » Racer, posted by Poet on November 7, 2006, at 16:15:37
Go in and read the life of Florence Nightingale and learn how unfitted you are for your chosen profession.
Posted by Poet on November 17, 2006, at 17:26:43
In reply to Re: Woe is me » Poet, posted by Racer on November 15, 2006, at 10:48:38
What, am I supposed to do everything? You want me to fly the airplane, you want me to work the radio, what are you gonna... What are you, the hostess?
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