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Can you love TTH just a little bit?

 
 
TTH
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 10:42 am
Hey blue guy, Try
Since I can't understand you most of the time, are you ever going to post why you started this thread. If you do post why, use simple everyday English.
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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 11:25 am
There you are. So you were gone just for the weekend. Why didn't
you say so? Laughing
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Mame
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 12:41 pm
Because she wasn't talking to us anymore.


Very Happy
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 02:35 pm
TTH wrote:
Hey blue guy, Try
Since I can't understand you most of the time, are you ever going to post why you started this thread. If you do post why, use simple everyday English.



Hey! Are you Sheila's coming onto me? Razz
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shewolfnm
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 02:45 pm
I think she said simple...


Laughing
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Francis
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 02:54 pm
Try, you're really metanoiac... Twisted Evil
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:05 pm
A spiritual conversion, I speak your lingo try, well said. Cool
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Noddy24
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:19 pm
How can you stop on a dime when you need it for a phone call?
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:20 pm
Well, now you know... and knowing is half the battleÂ…She'll be apples!



"Try, you're really metanoiac."

Thanks, I am trying! Laughing
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Noddy24
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:23 pm
Applesass?
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sozobe
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:26 pm
Let me try another parable, Tryagain...

There once was a maiden who was much in need of a knight in shining armor to come and save her. Save her from what? Well, that was not entirely clear. She cast her eye around the collected villagers and decided that she would find a way to be saved. She poked a villager. The villager looked at her askance, and went on her way. She poked another villager. The villager raised his eyebrows and went on his way. She found an upended soapbox and climbed upon it and began to declaim upon the subject of her own importance, and also about how she was being paid to observe the villagers.

The villagers began to stir.

The villagers asked, for example, for her to explain what she meant by being paid to observe them. The maiden dissembled. The villagers persisted. The maiden got shrill. The maiden insisted that she would leave.

The villagers shrugged and went on their way.

The maiden then reappeared and, ascertaining who their leader was, placed herself in front of him and began squawking loudly about various indignities and problems with his village. He ignored her. The squawking became louder. The squawking took many forms.

The villagers were getting a little peeved.

Variations of this state of affairs continued for quite some time. The maiden in need of rescuing continued her quest for a situation that required her to be rescued and for a knight to do the rescuing. She was somewhat successful in each.
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Francis
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:33 pm
I do believe this village attracts damsels in distress.

We have seen some of these wandering maidens...

Is it due to the metanoiac state of mind of the villagers?
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dlowan
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:34 pm
Tryagain wrote:
Well, now you know... and knowing is half the battle…She’ll be apples!



“Try, you're really metanoiac.”

Thanks, I am trying! Laughing



Oh, nobody never didn't say you were not extremely trying.



sozobe wrote:
Let me try another parable, Tryagain...

There once was a maiden who was much in need of a knight in shining armor to come and save her. Save her from what? Well, that was not entirely clear. She cast her eye around the collected villagers and decided that she would find a way to be saved. She poked a villager. The villager looked at her askance, and went on her way. She poked another villager. The villager raised his eyebrows and went on his way. She found an upended soapbox and climbed upon it and began to declaim upon the subject of her own importance, and also about how she was being paid to observe the villagers.

The villagers began to stir.

The villagers asked, for example, for her to explain what she meant by being paid to observe them. The maiden dissembled. The villagers persisted. The maiden got shrill. The maiden insisted that she would leave.

The villagers shrugged and went on their way.

The maiden then reappeared and, ascertaining who their leader was, placed herself in front of him and began squawking loudly about various indignities and problems with his village. He ignored her. The squawking became louder. The squawking took many forms.

The villagers were getting a little peeved.

Variations of this state of affairs continued for quite some time. The maiden in need of rescuing continued her quest for a situation that required her to be rescued and for a knight to do the rescuing. She was somewhat successful in each.




It's kind of an IQ/EQ test, as I see it. For the knights.
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Mame
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 04:59 pm
dlowan wrote:

Oh, nobody never didn't say you were not extremely trying.

It's kind of an IQ/EQ test, as I see it. For the knights.



Amen.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:28 pm
Ah, Sozobe that's a mighty purdy story; anyone we know?


Mame wrote, "Amen"

Men a! Rolling Eyes
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:33 pm
sozobe wrote:
Let me try another parable, Tryagain...

There once was a maiden who was much in need of a knight in shining armor to come and save her. Save her from what? Well, that was not entirely clear. She cast her eye around the collected villagers and decided that she would find a way to be saved. She poked a villager. The villager looked at her askance, and went on her way. She poked another villager. The villager raised his eyebrows and went on his way. She found an upended soapbox and climbed upon it and began to declaim upon the subject of her own importance, and also about how she was being paid to observe the villagers.

The villagers began to stir.

The villagers asked, for example, for her to explain what she meant by being paid to observe them. The maiden dissembled. The villagers persisted. The maiden got shrill. The maiden insisted that she would leave.

The villagers shrugged and went on their way.

The maiden then reappeared and, ascertaining who their leader was, placed herself in front of him and began squawking loudly about various indignities and problems with his village. He ignored her. The squawking became louder. The squawking took many forms.

The villagers were getting a little peeved.

Variations of this state of affairs continued for quite some time. The maiden in need of rescuing continued her quest for a situation that required her to be rescued and for a knight to do the rescuing. She was somewhat successful in each.


I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond that passed it by
And I waited in my lonely house

Before he came I felt him drawing near
And as he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to my door and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house

Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of old, I smiled to the hobo
Storie of cold, I wept to the hobo
As he stood before my fleeting house

No, said the hobo, no more tales of time
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in for it's too high a climb
And he walked away from my lonely house

Then you be damned I screamed to the hobo
Turn into stone I cried to the hobo
Leave me alone I knelt to the hobo
And he walked away from my fleeting house

I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house.

Tim Buckley
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Rockhead
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:34 pm
Tryagain ~

Methinks that may be another windmill, Senor Quixote...

But go right ahead...

RH
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Mame
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:35 pm
Tryagain, say what you mean and mean what you say... then you might have a chance of being understood. This is NOT the Riddles thread, after all.

That, and that I agree with Soz's assessment of the damsel creating some drama - oh, I mean distress (which is quite evident) is what I meant by AMEN.
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martybarker
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 08:05 pm
Amen!
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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 08:10 pm
Salute!! (I hate Amen)
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