So, so true . . .
I've always had that problem of being more beautiful than my dates, and it has been a trial, let me tell you. But i'm not at all shallow . . . here, take a look at this article the latest issue G.Q., it'll 'splain everything . . .
In all probability, Setanta, You're Dead Meat just about now.
I do take deadly risks, don't i, Roger . . .
so who do you think the big boy's been datin'?
It was nice knowin' ya, guys . . .
Call me Karnica the Magnificent, but I predict some very nice flowers for my new desk next week.
Red roses, in a vase.
A wake?! A wake!! There's gonna be a wake!!!
Oh goodie! I LOVE wakes!!!
Um...should I dress up? :wink:
Why do they call it a "wake," when the person never wakes up?
I just don't get it.
It goes back to the time when medical science was unable to pick the difference between someone dead, and someone in a deep coma. When it emerged that people had been buried alive, the burials were delayed while friends and relatives held a "wake". They were waiting to see if the person would wake up!
Front page of the Queensland daily mail. Picture of Elle McPherson with the headline "I'm so tired of being thin". This bitch just needs something to complain about.
Several months ago she threw a tantrum on a first class flight. The reason? They didn't have any white sleeping bags for her and she had to use a blue one. I'd say that qualifies as about as shallow as a person could get.
Wilso wrote:Front page of the Queensland daily mail. Picture of Elle McPherson with the headline "I'm so tired of being thin". This bitch just needs something to complain about.
Several months ago she threw a tantrum on a first class flight. The reason? They didn't have any white sleeping bags for her and she had to use a blue one. I'd say that qualifies as about as shallow as a person could get.
You've got that right wilso. How do these people live with themselves?
Go Wilso! I friggin' hate Elle and her pretensions...
I've always been shallow but i didn't get real ugly til i hit puberty.
Slappy, sometimes they do "wake" up. Proper Bostonians should know this one:
Finnegan's Wake
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of the whiskey he was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.
cho Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.
cho:
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!
cho:
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.
cho:
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
as the germans say : "wollen mal fuer einen kranz sammeln " - to the english speaking world : "let's take up a collection for some pine-branches to be placed on his casket ". the dogs will miss him dearly - sob. hbg
OK, gross generalization alert:
GENERALLY, I think that most of the things we associate with "shallow" come from having life handed to you on a platter.
GENERALLY, I think that very beautiful people DO have easier lives. (I can go into my basis for that further if asked.)
GENERALLY, I think that adversity tends to lend what we think of as "depth".
GENERALLY, I think that very beautiful people experience less adversity. (See above re: further explanation upon request.)
So, GENERALLY, I do think that very beautiful people are more shallow than their less beautiful counterparts.
Will someone let me know when and where the wake?
