hath not a tele-marketer feelings? prick them, do they not bleed?
the quality of mercy is not strained - it falleth as the gentle rain from heaven.....
Well, weeLowan bunny, don't forget that Iago spake that line, as he commenced to poison the relationship between Othello and Desdemona--having planted the fatal handkerchief . . .
Enough of your context, dog man! Causality is an illusion brought on by too much gruyére! (It is. You can look it up.)
HOOOOOOOOON!
Nothing out of the ordinary from this dog. Used to drive very fast on mountainside roads with a bedload of people. Took great pride in my ability to do such; fancied myself the Neal Cassidy of the high school set.
Not that that's a hoon, mind you. Just stupid. Hmmmmmmmmmm............
Nasty, nasty stuff -- i likes me cheese very, very bland. American style Muenster, with a slightly salty taste, if you please. The other dogs love it, as well.
Aged Cheddar! Blue Cheese! Swiss
Aha! Setanta! Got you! That line was spoken (quality of mercy) was, in fact, spoken by Portia in "The Merchant of Venice". The "hath not a ---" was Shylock in the same play. heeeeheeeee
Sorry - 'tis evil fun to catch such a learned one as you out!
Smooochhhhh!
(Interspecies smooching makes me uncomfortable. Uncomfartable. Uh oh, my chair... gotta go.)
Yes, you got me, although i was certain i was correct in that. I read Othello to be sure -- but i can get a little revenge on you:
Portia: The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath . . .
So, we all make these little errors . . .
heeheeheeheeheehee
okbye
(dlowan's got a copy of the 5th folio, previously thought to be lost, in which the line does indeed contain the word <edit>falleth</edit> -- or so sayeth the prophesy. course, she usually just uses it to sit on so she can get her wee little paws up to the keyboard, and it subsequently bears some bunny bum crumbs, but it is in remarkably good condition. so endeth the lesson.)
LOL Patio!
Fair cop Setanta!
Hang on - BUNNY BUM CRUMBS!!!!!
kalashnikov time!
As the rain droppeth,
The thought occurreth,
It's only a month until St. Valentine's Day!![/size][/i]
Perfect -- Valentine's Day, the Cunning Coney's got her Kalishnikov, time fer another St. Valentine's Day Massacre . . .
(PD, i'd make myself scarce, were i you--oh, and i'd definitely avoid garages in Chicago . . .)
(What about Evanston? Cicero? Racine?)
Racine? I doan t'ink the mob knows Wisconsin exists.
I would avoid the suburbs as well, since you ask.
Er, I meant streets? Yeah, streets! That's it: I meant streets.
Just found out that Washington will likely have no COLA for state workers for the second consecutive year and that the proposed University budget is ~12% lower than this year's. Glad I'm leaving.
But I digress...
COLA?
They WERE raisins, Diane! Sheesh...
