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Maybe he's a never nude?
Maybe he's a never nude?
That's probably how he feels sometimes dealing with his injuries...
Speaking of baseballs life hitting one in the face, first this guy walks down the middle of the driveway behind the mall in a straight line, making me almost come to a complete stop because it's apparently his own personal sidewalk now, but when I leave the parking lot, I see that the price of gas went up nearly 11 CENTS OVERNIGHT! I usually don't say much about such things, as I can't do anything about it, but...yeah. Not a gruntled drive home tonight.
Gruntled...lol.
Oh, and, of course, I hate Rapidshare too. :p
Not 'DIS' gruntled by any chance then???
Nope.
Forget i said anythin
Miss Sakamoto took Bingowings 2 for a spin around Catalina Island, the silly goose forgot to switch on the cloaking device (I hope nobody noticed).
^That makes perfect sense...to someone.
There once was a man named Crockett
Who stuck his junk in a socket
Some son of a bitch
Pulled the switch
And he flew through the wall like a rocket.
If I only had a nickel for every time someone did that to me...
There is no lingerie in space…
C3PX said: Gaffer is like that hot girl in high school that you think you have a chance with even though she is way out of your league because she is sweet and not a stuck up bitch who pretends you don’t exist… then one day you spot her making out with some skinny twerp, only on second glance you realize it is the goth girl who always sits in the back of class; at that moment it dawns on you why she is never seen hanging off the arm of any of the jocks… and you realize, damn, she really is unobtainable after all. Not that that is going to stop you from dreaming… Only in this case, Gaffer is actually a guy.
Which of course made me think of this:
^Gaff
mmm... let me count.. in my case those would be about 4 nickels... no, definately more... around 8 or so... still not enough to buy chocolate!
Mortality strikes it's bitter barb again this time poor Dino De...(some of his films were actually rather good).
Some people have made the mistake of seeing Shunt's work as a load of rubbish about railway time tables, but clever people like me who talk loudly in restaurants see it as a deliberate ambiguity, a plea for understanding in a mechanised world. The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the difference? What indeed is the point? The point is frozen, the beast is late out of Paddington. The point is taken.
If La Fontaine's elk would spurn Tom Jones, the engine must be our head, the dining car our oesophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck, and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. The clarity is devastating. But where is the ambiguity? It's over there, in a box. Shunt is saying the 8.15 from Gillingham when in reality he means the 8.13 from Gillingham. The train is the same only the time is altered. Ecce home, ergo elk. La Fontaine knew his sister and knew her bloody well. The point is taken; the beast is moulting, the fluff gets up your nose.
The illusion is complete. It is reality; the reality is illusion and the ambiguity is the only truth. But is the truth, as Hitchcock observes, in the box? No, there isn't room--the ambiguity has put on weight. The point is taken, the elk is dead, the beast stops at Swindon, Chabrol stops at nothing, I am having treatment, and La Fontaine can get knotted.
hairy_hen said:
Some people have made the mistake of seeing Shunt's work as a load of rubbish about railway time tables, but clever people like me who talk loudly in restaurants see it as a deliberate ambiguity, a plea for understanding in a mechanised world. The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the difference? What indeed is the point? The point is frozen, the beast is late out of Paddington. The point is taken.
If La Fontaine's elk would spurn Tom Jones, the engine must be our head, the dining car our oesophagus, the guard's van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck, and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon. The clarity is devastating. But where is the ambiguity? It's over there, in a box. Shunt is saying the 8.15 from Gillingham when in reality he means the 8.13 from Gillingham. The train is the same only the time is altered. Ecce home, ergo elk. La Fontaine knew his sister and knew her bloody well. The point is taken; the beast is moulting, the fluff gets up your nose.
The illusion is complete. It is reality; the reality is illusion and the ambiguity is the only truth. But is the truth, as Hitchcock observes, in the box? No, there isn't room--the ambiguity has put on weight. The point is taken, the elk is dead, the beast stops at Swindon, Chabrol stops at nothing, I am having treatment, and La Fontaine can get knotted.
;-)
John Cleese, on Monty Python's Flying Circus, episode 24. (How Not To Be Seen)
Figured it was from something, but had no idea what.
^Hella yeah!
if you pray, could you please do so for my brother, his wife and my 4 year old niece? They just had to put their dog to sleep today.
thankyou.
Best wishes for them, Warb.
Warbler said:
if you pray, could you please do so for my brother, his wife and my 4 year old niece? They just had to put their dog to sleep today.
thankyou.
Will do!
Bums me out, I'm praying.Warbler said:
if you pray, could you please do so for my brother, his wife and my 4 year old niece? They just had to put their dog to sleep today.
thankyou.
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