No wonder I can't understand a word you're saying.
Izat anything like "sozyeroldman?"
Solzenitzen or however you spell it wrote some good books, two of which I read, a long time ago.
Well, I am not a judge, on the goodth of books, except once in a while, but they engaged me.
I used to have a soldering iron once't. Dunno wha' hoppen to it.
I was afraid of soldering, back in the few weeks I found myself in a room of Junior Achievement with some copper discs....
I seem to have totally jumped soldering to having friends who work at forges. Me, I don't light the fireplace.
Yeah, I'm no fan of forgeries either. I like the genuine stuff.
By gum - what we have here is a DIGRESSION (or, at least, an association) THREAD!!!!
Yahoooo!
I'm always associating and no one follows, usually for good reasons.
I can't for a moment imagine what this thread has to do with digestion . . . but then, one expects antipodean wabbits to be cryptic and silly . . .
I never said nuffing about digestion.
Always said mins thunk with their bums...
See what i mean . . . only an antipodean wabbit would assert that men eat with bums, hobos or tramps of any kind. Normally i dine alone . . .
Oh you burned your fingers that evening
While my back was turned
I asked the waiter for iodine
Now i dine, all alone
Oh your red dress matches your eyes
You've closed your cover before striking
Your father had the shipfitter blues
Loving you had made me bananas
Atchy spatch, as me mummy used to say.
Now wait a damned minute, are you now purporting to be an Egyptian Coney ? ! ? ! ?
Just how the hell did you end up in the antipodes?
Purport?
I??????
Surely you jest??
You did that on purport, Deb.
Well, I do believe this discussion has gotten well out of hand. Good job, Set.
For that I lack that glib and oily art, to speak and purport not....
Well, it's never too late you know, just get yourself a set of oils (or acrylics, which will be easier when you clean up) and some canvases, and have at it . . .
Yah, I think I need an oil change, too.
