Thats their last words before they meet me
Talk about the male bravado...
Are there female ones? I think NOT.
no, the wimmins display bravada . . .
Most of the mins here seem more concerned with bras than bravado. If I had to keep score, I would say the wimmins have the upper hand.
ok, ok, I'll admit it. I'm not really evil as I've been insisting. I'm actually sweet as pie, nothing but tenderness in my heart.......all you need is love and all that. hehehehehe.........
Look out Bo, I'll turn you into a toad if you touch that belt.
good witch Glenda spells and all that. oh no, don't throw water on me.......I'll go up in a vapor!
Gautum, we do love you, sweetie.....
just keep your hands to myself!
and once again this forum gets deserted.....
Not enough evil...ennui took residence like a fat and smelly in-law in one's TV chair.
Women, under-achievers at so much.
Eh? And who was first to notice the lack of activity?
blatham wrote:Women, under-achievers at so much.
Yes. Look at who we married. :wink:
Married? Would it be untoward of an unmarried man to suggest that your status may not be evidence of achievement.
That was Adam's conclusion. We were talking of him earlier, if you'll recall. It was a Tuesday afernoon, a scorcher. Adam had been mowing and mowing. Eden was big. Maybe even a tad pretentious, Adam had thought now and again. And mowing, back then, was slowwwww work, walking along holding up the rear legs of a sheep. And too, the snake had kept following him around and saying that stuff about work conditions and how come Adam wasn't getting paid or regular coffee breaks and Adam came home needing a beer. And Eve wanted to talk. About how they weren't getting ahead.
That's fine, that she wanted to talk, but she expected Adam to listen. She felt it her due, God having had made Eve in Her very image. Adam took a big drink of his beer, reached in a pocket, and pulled out a coin, and fipped it. It came up showing the side where it says "In God You Trust". Adam put the beer down, walked into the living room, flipped through the CDs, and pulled one out and put it on to play. At the door, he grabbed his fedora, smiled and waved and was gone as the song began. It was a Tom Waits song...
So you ask me what I'm doing here holding up the lamp-post,
Flipping this quarter, trying to make up my mind
And if it's heads I go to Tennessee, and tails I buy a drink,
If it lands on the edge I keep talking to you
Nice one Blatham, you quoted one of my favourite Tom Waits songs. A few more thoughts on Eden: mowing was hard, slow work indeed, but topiary was even tougher. However, that was nothing compared to the foreplay necessary to get Eve 'in the mood'. That is why she turned to the snake, clearly a phallic symbol, ruled completely by her genitals, not thinking at all about Eden, or the possible consequences of her actions. The snake had another symbolic meaning as well....the man who would make Eve a star. Eden just wasn't good enough, she needed to be noticed. So, she ate the apple. Try this at home: cut an apple crosswise and look at the seed pattern. It is a five-pointed star, clearly a representation of evil wimmins hidden feelings that nothing is right in the world unless they are the center of attention.
And Eve simply whispered, loud enough for the snake but in a tone poor Adam would never be able to hear,..........."if only he knew how to get me 'in the mood,' he would be far from exhausted and the poor old fool wouldn't be complaining about either of us needing to be the center of attention. We would be, together in the center, intensely paying attention...................."
and "attention must be paid!"
Ms. Lowman - Henry Miller, Death of a salesman.
Very entertaining, blatham!
And as God(dess) watched Adam saunter down the garden pathway with all the misplaced anger of a testosterone-fueled teenager, She thought, "Poor fool. How long will it take him to learn? All he had to do was spend five minutes listening. Now he'll have to sleep with the animals."
Adam marched up to the top of the hill, picked up a few rocks and threw them at nothing in particular. Then he sat down. After a few minutes, he noticed the wind was becoming chillier. The sun was going down. Adam's gaze fell on the flock of sheep peacefully grazing at the foot of the hill. "Looks like it's gonna be me and you again, Maryanne," he sighed. But which one was Maryanne? "Oh well," he thought, "It really doesn't matter as long as it's warm. Damn, it's getting cold out here! And why didn't I think to bring some food?!"
Meanwhile, Eve made herself comfortable in their cave, snuggling under a thick pile of warm, furry hides. She reached out one arm into the cold air and brought the bowl of raspberries closer to her. "Good!" she giggled, "I don't have to share these after all!" She popped another ripe one into her berry-stained mouth, then drifted blissfully off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that Adam would be back in the morning, begging her forgiveness as always.
God(dess) looked down and saw Adam on the exposed hillside, hungry and shivering. "Perhaps I should have given him a few more brain cells," she reflected. "That really wasn't very fair of me."
