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Posted by Poet on September 7, 2006, at 8:23:16
In reply to Thank you » Poet, posted by Racer on September 6, 2006, at 12:27:05
Would you not agree that Mindy's cheesecake is the best cheesecake alive?
Posted by Racer on September 7, 2006, at 12:47:25
In reply to You're Welcome » Racer, posted by Poet on September 7, 2006, at 8:23:16
I just acquired five thousand fish.
Posted by Poet on September 8, 2006, at 8:32:00
In reply to I just want to tell you » Poet, posted by Racer on September 7, 2006, at 12:47:25
Five thousand? If it can be told, where did you take on this fine bundle of lettuce?
Posted by Racer on September 9, 2006, at 0:34:15
In reply to Tell Me More » Racer, posted by Poet on September 8, 2006, at 8:32:00
I have nothing to hide. I collected the reward on my father.
Posted by Poet on September 9, 2006, at 14:30:10
In reply to Sure » Poet, posted by Racer on September 9, 2006, at 0:34:15
Mother, very peculiar things have happened since I started to wear this suit. I can't seem to make these clothes do anything Father wouldn't do.
Posted by Racer on September 9, 2006, at 17:54:59
In reply to Re: Sure » Racer, posted by Poet on September 9, 2006, at 14:30:10
No person with inner dignity is ever embarrassed.
Posted by Poet on September 10, 2006, at 17:39:10
In reply to My dear » Poet, posted by Racer on September 9, 2006, at 17:54:59
This chap's taking licence in my view.
Posted by Racer on September 11, 2006, at 1:45:07
In reply to But » Racer, posted by Poet on September 10, 2006, at 17:39:10
Could be routine, or it might be downright damnable harassment.
Posted by Poet on September 11, 2006, at 9:50:27
In reply to Re: But » Poet, posted by Racer on September 11, 2006, at 1:45:07
I'm sorry, that is impossible.
Part of the new cruelty?
I'm afraid so.
Posted by Racer on September 11, 2006, at 12:23:55
In reply to Nope » Racer, posted by Poet on September 11, 2006, at 9:50:27
If confusion about your love life is ruining your day, I think it's good to go over to your best friend's house and ruin her day too.
Posted by Poet on September 12, 2006, at 9:46:04
In reply to Well... » Poet, posted by Racer on September 11, 2006, at 12:23:55
You know, I'm so glad I never got involved with you. I just would have ended up being some woman you had to get up out of bed and leave at 3:00 in the morning and go clean your andirons, and you don't even have a fireplace, not that I would know this.
Posted by Racer on September 12, 2006, at 10:25:19
In reply to Re: Well... » Racer, posted by Poet on September 12, 2006, at 9:46:04
You know, I have a theory that hieroglyphics are just an ancient comic strip about a character named Sphinxy.
Posted by Poet on September 13, 2006, at 8:25:01
In reply to Re: Well... » Poet, posted by Racer on September 12, 2006, at 10:25:19
I can't get with any religion that advertises in Popular Mechanics.
Posted by Racer on September 13, 2006, at 10:22:49
In reply to I'm fairly certain » Racer, posted by Poet on September 13, 2006, at 8:25:01
I've heard a rant like this before
Posted by Poet on September 14, 2006, at 8:25:21
In reply to And I'm fairly certain » Poet, posted by Racer on September 13, 2006, at 10:22:49
I rained down sulphur, man, there's a subtle difference.
Posted by Racer on September 14, 2006, at 14:02:36
In reply to Re: And I'm fairly certain » Racer, posted by Poet on September 14, 2006, at 8:25:21
Okay... You know, all I'm sayin' here, is one of us might need a little nap.
Posted by Poet on September 15, 2006, at 9:07:10
In reply to Look » Poet, posted by Racer on September 14, 2006, at 14:02:36
And I like the way you express yourself too, y'know, it's pithy yet degenerate. You get many dates?
Posted by Racer on September 15, 2006, at 11:52:40
In reply to Yes » Racer, posted by Poet on September 15, 2006, at 9:07:10
I feel like we're in a Noel Coward play. Someone should be making martinis.
Posted by Poet on September 16, 2006, at 10:52:46
In reply to Re: Yes » Poet, posted by Racer on September 15, 2006, at 11:52:40
The important thing is the rhythm. Always have rhythm in your shaking. Now a Manhattan you shake to fox-trot time, a Bronx to two-step time, a dry martini you always shake to waltz time.
Posted by Racer on September 16, 2006, at 14:06:03
In reply to Helpful Hints » Racer, posted by Poet on September 16, 2006, at 10:52:46
Oh, no! Spirits do the most horrible thing to me. I'm not the same person!
Posted by Poet on September 18, 2006, at 20:23:20
In reply to Re: Helpful Hints » Poet, posted by Racer on September 16, 2006, at 14:06:03
Child, how can you see with all that light?
Posted by Racer on September 19, 2006, at 0:47:32
In reply to Question » Racer, posted by Poet on September 18, 2006, at 20:23:20
I have done everything in my power to protect this boy from your idiotic, cockeyed nincompoopery.
Posted by Poet on September 19, 2006, at 9:33:34
In reply to You know -- » Poet, posted by Racer on September 19, 2006, at 0:47:32
No. No, you're not a bad mother. You're just a barking lunatic.
Posted by Racer on September 19, 2006, at 10:24:02
In reply to Re: You know -- » Racer, posted by Poet on September 19, 2006, at 9:33:34
This crying in the morning thing, this depression, let's get that fixed.
Posted by Poet on September 20, 2006, at 21:14:45
In reply to Re: You know -- » Poet, posted by Racer on September 19, 2006, at 10:24:02
I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than thirty minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: one unit, watching countdown: one unit, web-based research: two units, exercising: three units, having my hair carefully disheveled: four units. It's amazing how the day fills up, and I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I'd ever have time for a job; how do people cram them in?
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