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Maryam
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Jul 19, 2013 12:53AM
The moment when you walk into an air conditioned room and you feel as I your life is complete.
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Entering last into a crowded elevator, waiting for the door to close, then turning to everyone and announcing, "I know you're all wondering why I've gathered you together here."
(Here’s Edward’s under the twenty-word limit.)Entering a crowded elevator and announcing authoritatively, “You must be wondering why I’ve called you all here.”
Election of Board of Directors.
[[I love the authoritative irony here, M! LOL!]]After the pause, there came from him the trombone-like rumble of a seasoned flatulent. Then everyone stood very still.
A green mist seeps up from the floor while rats come running from every crevice.
That scene in Lion King 1½ where Timone and Pumba are standing and the hyenas start marching.
“A woman in the moon is singing to the earth . . .”
“Moonlight becomes you, it goes with your hair . . .”
The ex-Buddhist monk, scrubbing the old and worn vinyl floor dreamed of wood polish and bald heads.
Going bald starting at the age of sixteen, and wondering where their life had gone.
And what they can buy to put on their heads to grow more hair.
The desperate balding teen put a mixture of Manuka honey, cinnamon, and garlic on his head to help his hair grow and attract bees.
O for the days of Dungeons and Dragons and Frisbee golf and green station wagons.
The dragons of yore used to sleep with their enemies before crumpets and tea while watching cricketers bat and bowl.
New Year’s, the prairie dogs relaxed in their hole, swilled Oly, and watched the Dragon Bowl.
Got to have time to spend with a friend and had myself a personal pan pizza with tomato. Delicious.
Two italians fighting over the last meatball
that kids song, My poor Meatball, the one about the meatball rolling of the table, under a bush and turning ot mush
Mr. Snuffleupagus of Sesame Street singing On Top of Spaghetti
The dance of language in the spinning twisting English of Finnegan's Wake.
Dancing the tango with your arch nemesis.
I love Mr. and Mrs.Smith and my family makes fun of me for it.
The tango scene in Wedding Planner, the highlight of an otherwise pedestrian comedy.
A vague memory of a dancing couple to the music "I will survive".
Sounds like a painting by the guy who did the dogs playing cards.
A vague memory of my friend's dog (who has since passed away) wearing glasses. She was such a wise dog... :P
A memory of buying High Life to pour on mangy dogs.
It’s a clear liquid no one has heard of anymore, that’s used (I think) to kill fungus on stored grain.
Judging a book by its cover...big time and all the time.
Yes and the newly minted covers I recently was graced with struck me as being very well done.
In an age of appearances, the cover is everything--usually everything someone untrained in graphic design can give it.
To what was I referring? Al mentioned she had been contracted to do some over cover work.
Something sick bubbling up in your intestines.
Eventually waking up to find that things aren't really that bad.
Except a bomb falls on your house and you turn into a zombie.
Sounds like fun though. I get to play a new role then :)
Wake me up before you go go.
[Sorry, Ajay's #315 comment stuck with me..Go on with the play :)]
[Sorry, Ajay's #315 comment stuck with me..Go on with the play :)]
Don't leave me hanging like a yoyo.
For some reason, that reminds of bungee jumping.[Hi, Leslie! No problemo :)]
I can see the connection, I thought the same thing when I first heard the song.
Bouncing on a pogo stick on Loch Ness looking for the Ogopogo.
