You really should make friends with Peter Shalen on Facebook. He has an amazingly wide ideological range of friends and almost all play relatively nicely in the sandbox almost all the time.
I can't hang around here long enough to formulate complex responses, fuster. Since his two attempts to lower my resistance and convert me with Scholasticismic overload failed, MacLeod has formulated a plan to have me detained and reformed using a refinement of the Ludovico Technique.
I'm back, but only to share my latest; not that every single one of you deserve it.
A horse trots into a bar,
The Barman asks, “Why the long face?”
Greeting that horse,
The barman, of course,
Hardly a plodder,
Inquired re remorse,
Before serving up gorse,
His usual fodder.
The horse made reply,
Exceedingly wry,
“Why the long face?
I’ve been off the pace,
For many a race,
And thus out of grace.
I fear for my goal,
Of siring a foal.”
Later he said,
With a shake of his head,
“Plus there have been calls,
For changing my stall,
To one far down the hall.
And what even more galls,
Confounds and appalls,
I heard through the wall,
A sly joke about balls,
That didn’t seem funny at all.”
“Don’t worry your head,”
The kind barman said,
“Here, drink up instead,
Relax and kick back, have a ball,
I’ll see that your lead,
In good time to your stall,
By dawn when the vet comes to call."
And you should tell Colin to consider getting a job with Facebook as a web design consultant.
You really should make friends with Peter Shalen on Facebook. He has an amazingly wide ideological range of friends and almost all play relatively nicely in the sandbox almost all the time.
Just what you would say if you were a stalking horse, a sacrificial lamb, a duck decoy, a tethered goat or a frog fatale.
Gotta run now. The access time on this disposable cell phone card is about to run out.
I can't hang around here long enough to formulate complex responses, fuster. Since his two attempts to lower my resistance and convert me with Scholasticismic overload failed, MacLeod has formulated a plan to have me detained and reformed using a refinement of the Ludovico Technique.
You're the only one I can trust. I think. . .
The bartender, as it happens was not Irish; rather of Perfidious Albionese extraction.
I'm back, but only to share my latest; not that every single one of you deserve it.
A horse trots into a bar,
The Barman asks, “Why the long face?”
Greeting that horse,
The barman, of course,
Hardly a plodder,
Inquired re remorse,
Before serving up gorse,
His usual fodder.
The horse made reply,
Exceedingly wry,
“Why the long face?
I’ve been off the pace,
For many a race,
And thus out of grace.
I fear for my goal,
Of siring a foal.”
Later he said,
With a shake of his head,
“Plus there have been calls,
For changing my stall,
To one far down the hall.
And what even more galls,
Confounds and appalls,
I heard through the wall,
A sly joke about balls,
That didn’t seem funny at all.”
“Don’t worry your head,”
The kind barman said,
“Here, drink up instead,
Relax and kick back, have a ball,
I’ll see that your lead,
In good time to your stall,
By dawn when the vet comes to call."