I watched the Blues-Avalanche pre-game show, in which one of the Blues had his eyebrows waxed. (I think it was Keith Tkachuk, but I might be wrong.)
I could, I suppose, have written 15 florid, tedious, and syntactically obtuse paragraphs consisting of somewhere in the neighborhood of three sentences like this one about my desk and the objects on it - which include the foul ball I acquired by outracing a pack of ten-year-olds without spilling a single drop of my beer - before I summed up with the meat of the OP (the last five words, for those of you who didn’t get it), but, as most readers here know by now, I’m a bit more minimalist in my posts than others I could name.
And, somehow, I don’t think you would have been any more pleased with my point.
At any time while you were watching, did you doubt yourself? Did you think “perhaps I’ve gone too far, maybe it’s not too late to turn on Bush,” or did you maintain stoic conviction throughout the whole ordeal?
Perhaps in this case a little more minimalism could have been applied. Hmmmm?
Nonsense. It is the second favorite thing I’ve read all year. The first was this:
“Whenever I watch TV and I see those poor, starving kids all over the world I can’t help but cry. I mean, I would love to be skinny like that, but not with all the flies and death and stuff.”
While I can see that this game is amusing you - and heaven knows, anything that amuses Scylla at least keeps him off the streets so he doesn’t frighten horses and small children - I fear that your lack of substantiveness is boring me to such an extent that you may shortly need to ask your attendant for a new crayon. I understand that since your last outing, you have over 100 placemats. Have fun solving the maze! I hope the placemats hold out.
Before Bush, I never missed a presidential speech if I could help it. Even bad presidents like Nixon and Reagan. But with this guy, it’s just too painful. Good riddance, you useless bag of gas. Back to Texas; please drink yourself to death.
My girlfriend watched it, though. She said, “What planet has he been living on?”
Bryan Eckers
Assuming you truly want an answer to that question, it’s easily found inWikipedia.
In Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” John Galt serves as a counterpoint to the social and economic structure depicted in the novel. The depiction portrays a society based on oppressive bureaucratic functionaries and a culture that embraces the stifling mediocrity and egalitarianism of socialistic idealism.
Well that’s my opinion. Your mileage may vary.
I would be willing to wager my first-born that friend Bryan was putting us on. If I’m wrong, wire a bus ticket and I’ll send him along. Go get groceries.
You know, I wouldn’t have expected it, but that’s really true. The passage of time has really rounded off some of the corners of that experience, and it’s with a wistful sigh of nostalgia that I quietly reflect on the image of Damien Karras’s mother sucking cocks in Hell.
Bush is doing the world of comedy a severe disservice by leaving office. It’s a shame that standup comedians the world over are going to be deprived of such rich material. Couldn’t Georgie have issued a signing statement or something making himself emperor for life so we could all watch him grow old together?
Rover ,Rover you are such a tool. But you can not see the difference between actual profits as opposed to theoretical. You really can not handle the truth, But Rover you are just a chihuahua nipping at heels without knowing better. Hope you don’t break a paw slapping yourself on the back for not understanding .
We all tell ourselves that. Bush does not really look very interesting. Bush looks all soft and droopy and there doesn’t appear to be a lot going on inside. And, yet, you’re fascinated by Bush, you’re drawn to Bush, you just can’t help yourself. And as soon as you give in – WHAM! – Bush has dosed you with a pain you’ll be years getting over! So it goes.
