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Sep 24, 2013 05:39PM
"...and let it begin with me."
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Said the man in the top hat with a head much bigger than the moon, but not as luminous.
And when the curtains parted, and the house lights dimmed, the mesmerized were left feeling dottie.
Poke-dots are pink and red and the man on the floor is surly dead.
His parting thought, as his soul sped: “Better dead than wed.”
A man who cannot eat his wife's over baked bread without complaining ought to be compelled to cook his own meals until he mends his manners.-Ben Franklin
My prize question therefore should be, To discover some drug wholesome and not disagreeable, to be mixed with our common food, or sauces, that shall render the natural discharges, of wind from our bodies, not only inoffensive, but agreeable as Perfumes. -Ben Franklin
(( Lilian Moore likes this comment by Zack. :D I never heard that one before! ))
The smell held a faint scent of cinnamon as it wafted from the oven and up my right nostril.
Butterbeer tea on a cold autumn morning, reading my favorite book by the window while it's raining.
The delicious taste of the marriage of black tea and sugar in my coffee cup.
An early Monday morning’s starter is dragging, but the coffeemaker is brewing fresh battery acid.
A cup of battery acid goes a long, long, long, long way.
As does the lie, a lie in one of the 50 shades of white that allows society to moil like a well oiled machine.
An oil spill in the Pacific Ocean.
A Portuguese man-of-war who is an Elvis look-alike.
Complete with sideburns and duck tail hairstyle.
[Lol!]
The Portuguese takes on the world's toughest energy challenges.
The Portuguese takes on the world's toughest energy challenges.
Puts them into a bun and calls them men-of-war.
Pigs-in-a-blanket are harder to make than people think.
But there’s plenty of them at the doughnut shop!
I wish Alex and I could have gotten Voodoo Donuts.
Yesterday, my friend and I went to Psycho Donuts.
They’re the continental breakfast at the Bates Motel.
An establishment with a reputation for poviding shining examples of young jail bait disguised as waitresses.
Said the pervert.
I've been to the moon and back.
In love with the woman across the street.
"I'm just another woman in love, a kid out of school, a fire out of control, just another fool..."
The district attorney’s wife has been variously described.
The wife's experience of 'puppy' love.
An old photograph, black and white, with kids who are dressed, mighty nice.
Mountain tops, and a picturesque abbey.
The television show Highlander!
One of those awful four-act melodramas? Ah, but that was several lifetimes ago . . .
before I was a WWI ace who got shot down over the Argonne Forest, . . .
before I was a Corsair pilot who got shot down over Rabaul, . . .
