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Friday, April 18. 2008
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i wrote a long, thoughtful, interesting comment this morning -- in fact, it was a sort of manifesto, answering (for the first time in history) some of humankind's most perplexing questions. but then the MF spam-preventer ate the whole thing, and now i can't remember it.
That's a shame Buddy... your sage of West Texas moment lost... ah, you probably wouldn't have liked the crowds anyway.
yeh -- you probably right -- it was a prairie vision--came over me sitting by the fire -- it was called "Mein Kampfire"
I know that these are many useful in this comment. Any body can take a moment sending it to my email.
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No, but they can make one seem flameboyant...
That infernol silliness made me combust an I'm ablaze in a conflgration of heated howling.
You boys ain't sparkin' me, are ya? I feel the heat an me heart is damn near singed.
No Miss Meta... I just had to adjust my thermidor as things were becoming a little revolutionary for me...
yuk yuk -- i'm not gonna say that fire needs pokin', no m'am, i ain't a gonna say that
You are so naughty, Buddy Larsen. You jes fan them flames whut ar lickin 'round me psyche and then ride off fore a constitution.
It is a just a comment.. I need something which gives answers to all the competencies we have in any organization.
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What in the blazes..... did I send you boys a'smokin' thew the wood?
There ya ar, Luther. You pullin' out yer weapon? Whut fer? I'd like to ignite a little tango with you. No need fer firin'.
har -- i need to go fer my evenin' constitutional -- y'all better behave yo sefs
Hey Buddy... you get back here... that constitutional can wait. My puns have run. I need hep.
Oh no Meta... no smokin, nor firin... as my powders dry and that could be dangerous. I do likes me some firey dancin though.
Alrighty! I shall alight from my bar stool and you kin start me up.
But first a song:
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Boy, you are my burnin' squire.
I do love luv to saing when I've been techt.
I guess the time for me to hesitate is through...
Let me stick a quarter in the juke box...
and light some fire...
A little 'fatlighter' wood... it burns hot and fast... but it so give off some heat.
Yesum... once that 'fatwood' fire shrinks up a bit... we'll throw the oak to 'er... be long lastin then.
The angle of the dangle is inverse to the heat of the meat -- i lernt that in high school fisiks
Sounds like you had some private tutoring in that fisiks class.
heh -- in those days i wuz purty much entirely self-taught alas
Yeah... me and Johnson do pretty well in the wood... long as they ain't too much underbrush, that stuff just gets me all tangled up sometimes...
Is Johnson your weiner dog? Don't give him any fruit of the vine.
Yeah... he is... follows me around pretty much everywhere I go... and no... no fruit o the vine for him... not since that last time... he lit out in to that wood and I didn't think I'd ever git him back... he looked bedraggled for days.
Was it a tangled wood? Weiners don't do well in them.
What's a big, tough former Marine doing with a weiner anyway?
Oh this weiner does fine in the brambles... he gets in there and sniffs out the holes where all those wood animals live... has a fine old time.
Well I shouldn't give away the secret but the Marines say you have to have one to join up...
Well not really patrol so much... as looking for all the warm places we can set up when the day is done... all that slogging you want a nice spot to snuggle into.
As squad leader, did your weiner get the pick of the warm snuggly place?
Nah... I didn't pull rank too much... and besides, usually when I pulled the weiner away from the snuggly place everyone else had their own... and didn't care about mine.
I think they thought about requiring that... but figured the wieners would do nothing but chase them around so gave up on the idea.
har har -- y'all'r crackin me up -- that reminds me -- confucious say, woman who fly airplane upside down have crack up.
WTH is going on in here? Ima thinkin you guys been drinkin. Might as well turn it up. Fri nite Blues and Beer #103 is good tonite. Listening to Hard Headed Woman right now.
Sounds great Patina... turn it up... so I can hear it...
whew -- it's only April and already the south is gittin' mighty sultry
i think we have punished that damn spam filter tho
for not lettin' us comment all day -- we got all pent-up n all --
that's some GOOD BLUES at that dustmybroom site -- i just listened to Wes Jeans -- lotta drive in that rhythym section -- jeez --the net just won't quit wit da goodies --
No. I was wondrin what you were itchin for. I am itchin for a chocolate glazed Krispee Kreme donut. :]
I wrote possibly the greatest comment of all time. The Gettysburg Address of comments. The sort of thing Noel Coward wishes he could toss off. Of course, Noel Coward is dead, and so is Mark Twain. And so were your comments for a day or two. Coincidence? You tell ME.