At last he seized a brimming cantharus by its rings, raised it straight up into the air with his outstretched arms, from which his chains hung down, and then looking to heaven, and still holding the cup he said:
"Hail first to thee, Baal-Eschmoun, the deliverer, whom the people of my country call Aesculapius! and to you, genii of the fountains, light, and woods! and to you, ye gods hidden beneath the mountains and in the caverns of the earth! and to you, strong men in shining armour who have set me free!"
What do you think is the scientific explanation of lingerie shops which not only exist but force our attention in their direction with a facilty Darwin or Galileo didn't get around to explaining.
Setanta wrote:rosborne979 wrote:I hate to admit it, but for some reason, I love GungaThreads.
Yeah, but it's like watching a Sylvester Stallone movie--you know it's absolute shite, you know a cardboard cutout has a better chance of being a competent actor, you know he's as phony as a three dollar bill. But it's like staring at a train wreck . . . there's this horrid fascination . . .
I'll agree with the assessment of Stallone 95% of the time, but there is that 5%, after all, Get Carter and Copland has not a Rocky Balboa or a John Ranbo cutout to be seen.
As for Gunja--I've seen no sign of that 5%--considering the occupant of the past eight years that signature line is conformation of a misguided obsession.