 Thread: Cleverest Animals |
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I don't have any children. Therefore, I look to find a mother-daughter or father-son relationship in my day-to-day relations with the surrounding wildlife. In my mind, the animals communicate and gesture toward me. They become interlocutors, friends, family. Of course, their responses, as it were, directed at me, are truly minimal, nominal gestures. They do not have any real concept of me, except as a handful of seed, or a rake that wards off a snake. But I speak to them, anyway. I don't have any children to speak of.
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| Thread: Dear Squinch |
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Walk into work. Someone notices my darkened eye. I tell them that the bad guys are always trying to take the good guys down. But you have to keep the faith. You shouldn't give in to the dark side of the force. And I will witness and wait, my friend. It's all part of the eternal struggle; and heros can't be hurt, can't truly be killed off, anyway. And so on.
He laughs. He says: you almost sound like you believe this srtuff.
And I wink. And I nod.
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| Thread: Dear Squinch |
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Walk into work. Shake boss's hand and wish him happy birthday. "Happy birthday, boss," I say, and shake his hand. I can tell this makes him feel good, which makes me feel good, and we both smile.
Talk to T. He is a pastor of a small church. I quote the bible to him as we work, by rote. He is impressed. We talk over different translations. He is further impressed. He says a curse word, and I laugh.
Outside of work, Martha tells me she is miserable. It's these damn auditions, and etc. She feels horrible about herself. I ask her if she wants to be happy. She says Yes. I ask her if she wants to be happy while pursuing her dream. Do you want to be happy, even if you botch something, I ask? She throws out her cigarette, and tells me that I don't understand. I ask her what she means. She tells me that it's different with her, than with me. I walk away smiling. If she really thinks that, then my life has become a miracle.
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| Thread: MrEgo Massage Parlour |
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You are right.
I will commit suicide.
But not yet.
How did you know that?
I am very stubborn.
Everybody says so.
I even know how I will do it.
I have known for years.
I like the thought of knowing how it all will end.
There is no room for whimsy, for blind idealism.
Not when you know exactly how you will go about to die.
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| Thread: I Issue the Challenge |
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If I had two mentally challenged sisters to take care of, it would be an immediate and important injection of purpose into my life. You have to think about this. That if you didn't have them, what would you do?
And Madpole, I have become one of late to air dirty laundry. I wrote you a few emails over the past month, with no reply from you. Did you get a new email adress, or am I in the dog house?
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| Thread: hell and satan |
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If Hitler was so bad and evil and wrong, how come so many people listened to him? I have always wondered about that.
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| Thread: To all and sundry |
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3 entries found for patronize.
pa·tron·ize ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ptr-nz, ptr-)
tr.v. pa·tron·ized, pa·tron·iz·ing, pa·tron·iz·es
To act as a patron to; support or sponsor.
To go to as a customer, especially on a regular basis.
To treat in a condescending manner.
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| Thread: HUNTED |
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well, excuse me very much but i been thinking what to say here for the last 12 hours and still the only thing that comes to me mind is caravan - is it a car or a van?
thank you
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| Thread: RIDDLE |
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testing...testing...testing....
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| Thread: BIG CHANGES! |
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Well, I would check with squinch before I patted myself upon the back, since she cannot log in at alll, and her heart is breaking over it....and not that she knows anything about logging in as other members, but she has called them all, and none of them can log in either!
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| Thread: Honolulu |
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You know bog standard "Not in Service" sign on the front of a bus? Well, I saw one today, but it said "Not on Service" instead. So now I am confused.
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| Thread: ASK MR. DOCTOR |
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[B]BLAH makes a lot of sense to me! Yards, miles....multiple inches: one BLAH is worth more than twenty words!
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| Thread: Human Hives |
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Hey this is spooky or wot?!!! How did you know my room was on the 21st floor?!!! I guess it goes to figure and not that difficult to work out since only the last 3 floors were for smokers, like on the buses, smoking was only allowed on the top deck too, only I don't understand, if they banked on my desires but not cashed in what does that mean? Am I in debt to them or do they owe me monies?
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| Thread: Human Hives |
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I stayed in this posh hotel another day, I mean another night, and, imagine that, we arrived like really like at night, and, like, there was no tea and coffee making equipment in my room, it was like half past midnight and I was really firstly after travellng all day?!!! I mean they had this room service or something but why should I pay 5 bucks for a cup of tea in an expensive hotel when I can have some for free whenever I like in cheap B&B, I mean, if that makes any sense I am a walking stick.
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| Thread: FLATULENCE |
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But of course, when it comes to the art of social flatulence and joyous, guilt-free farting, there are no better experts than two-farting-genius-duo Terrance and Philip.
A sophisticated, wordily worldly person of this world does not need to be reminded of tragic episodes in our history, such as "Not Without My Anus", when Sadam Hussein had nearly succeeded in taking over the country of Canada, nearly, because this tree and bear growing country was saved from the deponent dictatorship in a nick of time by all Nation getting together in one deadly wind-breaking flatus.
I am sure you also remember the times when the whole Earth nearly perished in the dirty claws of lonely and sensitive Satan, all because American Mother(s) could not appreciate the artistic and educational value of Terrance and Philip fart-and-dance routines, anal-ogously enhanced by the vigorous if not zingy rhythmical beat of intestinal gas passing through their anus.
And of course, “Shut your fucking face uncle fucker” farting operetta has, by now, become a flatulent standard of classic music industry.
Ladies and Gents, please allow me to present, for your delectation of course, the full, uncut version of this famous masterpiece worth Leonardo Da Vinci or perhaps Blind Bethoven:
Click here to listen
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| Thread: Ask MrGoogle |
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Dear MRGoogle:
Where is this "Made in China" company on the internet? I have many of their products; I am not entirely happy with some of them but they seem so inexpensive that I never think about until afterward. I was just wondering where I could find more of their stuff and read a bit about it before I buy it in "Dollar Stores".
For example, I have a new bird feeder that said "window bird feeder" on the package, and it iis really a green plastic blue-jay with no capability to attach itself to a window. I was just wondering if this Made In China company could offer its wares in a list? The feeder does not work, but I would rather have a blue one, as it is a blue-jay: my mother bought it for me and how can I log on to someplace to exchange it? Even if it it does not work, I would prefer to have it in blue, but how?
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| Thread: main |
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stop challenging the perceptual attitudes of modern society and get back to your bottle you wanker!
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