eeny meeny miny Moe why not Curly Larry or Joe? What banana factory reject put Moe in charge?
I am taking a trip around the world in my scooter, and get away from this INSANITY!
Well, I've never been to Spain
but I kinda like the music.
say the ladies are insane there....
are you sure you want to head there first? No, you'd best be giving me that scooter.
It is clear to me that this topic is an attempt to create a work of literature out of the raw materials of life. That is to say, it was a work to be written more or less as it was being lived, the guiding principle having been that the examination of one's life is the most important task any individual can undertake. It is hoped that this belief will not be interpreted as one of unadulterated egoism; life, after all, consists not only of one's private concerns, but of how those concerns are shaped both by interpersonal relationships and by the wider social context within which those relationships develop.
It has been my contention that self-scrutiny is the most accurate as well as the most ethical means any of us has available for delving into this broader range of materials. The self-understanding which results from such scrutiny might fairly be called the foundation upon which the edifice one constructs out of life either stands or falls; without self-understanding, one's placement within society, within the context of interpersonal relationships, and within the larger context of the natural world, will necessarily bear the marks of a profound misapprehension.
Of course, since self-understanding is a constantly evolving feature of the internal landscape, it cannot ever be said to be complete; it has been my hope, nevertheless, that by keeping my eyes, and my mind, open during the course of my passage though life, it would be possible to create an edifice of words that bore an honest, if not always flattering, likeness to the one who made it. The quest continues.
Sturgis wrote:Well, I've never been to Spain
but I kinda like the music.
say the ladies are insane there....
are you sure you want to head there first? No, you'd best be giving me that scooter.
Come on, sit on the back, cause I always drive. Now sing me the whole song. :wink:
why do you fill be up buttercup?? I love that song... lalalalalalala... I need you, more than anyone darling, so fill me up buttecup, don't break my heart
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Tryagain wrote:It is clear to me that this topic is an attempt to create a work of literature out of the raw materials of life. That is to say, it was a work to be written more or less as it was being lived, the guiding principle having been that the examination of one's life is the most important task any individual can undertake. It is hoped that this belief will not be interpreted as one of unadulterated egoism; life, after all, consists not only of one's private concerns, but of how those concerns are shaped both by interpersonal relationships and by the wider social context within which those relationships develop.
It has been my contention that self-scrutiny is the most accurate as well as the most ethical means any of us has available for delving into this broader range of materials. The self-understanding which results from such scrutiny might fairly be called the foundation upon which the edifice one constructs out of life either stands or falls; without self-understanding, one's placement within society, within the context of interpersonal relationships, and within the larger context of the natural world, will necessarily bear the marks of a profound misapprehension.
Of course, since self-understanding is a constantly evolving feature of the internal landscape, it cannot ever be said to be complete; it has been my hope, nevertheless, that by keeping my eyes, and my mind, open during the course of my passage though life, it would be possible to create an edifice of words that bore an honest, if not always flattering, likeness to the one who made it. The quest continues.
What did the doctor say???
Tryagain wrote:It is clear to me that this topic is an attempt to create a work of literature out of the raw materials of life. That is to say, it was a work to be written more or less as it was being lived, the guiding principle having been that the examination of one's life is the most important task any individual can undertake. It is hoped that this belief will not be interpreted as one of unadulterated egoism; life, after all, consists not only of one's private concerns, but of how those concerns are shaped both by interpersonal relationships and by the wider social context within which those relationships develop.
It has been my contention that self-scrutiny is the most accurate as well as the most ethical means any of us has available for delving into this broader range of materials. The self-understanding which results from such scrutiny might fairly be called the foundation upon which the edifice one constructs out of life either stands or falls; without self-understanding, one's placement within society, within the context of interpersonal relationships, and within the larger context of the natural world, will necessarily bear the marks of a profound misapprehension.
Of course, since self-understanding is a constantly evolving feature of the internal landscape, it cannot ever be said to be complete; it has been my hope, nevertheless, that by keeping my eyes, and my mind, open during the course of my passage though life, it would be possible to create an edifice of words that bore an honest, if not always flattering, likeness to the one who made it. The quest continues.
Chalk up one more for "insane." Articulate, but insane.
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"Think of you with pipe and slippers,
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly,
Then think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabby,
That could never be
Don't marry her, f*** me
And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening,
She's a phd in "I told you so"
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee,
Don't marry her, f*** me
And the sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay,
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car,
Take the kiddies to the park,
Don't marry her, f*** me
Those lovely Sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed,
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key,
Don't marry her, f*** me
And the kitchen's always tidy,
And the bathroom's always clean
She's a diploma in just hiding things,
You've a first in low esteem
When your socks smell of angels,
But your life smells of brie,
Don't marry her, f*** me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay,
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car,
Take the kiddies to the park,
Don't marry her, f*** me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay,
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car,
Take the kiddies to the park,
Don't marry her, f*** me."
The Beautiful South- Don't Marry Her
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Wish I were a goldfish,
It would be so cool
I wouldn't have to go to work
I wouldn't have to think,
I wouldn't have to care,
I wouldn't have to love or pretend to
Just swim, swim,
Swim
Swim, swim,
Swim
Wish I were a goldfish
With a very short memory,
I wouldn't have to get drunk
I wouldn't have to talk, no I
Wouldn't have to smile,
I wouldn't have to laugh or pretend to
Just swim, swim,
Swim
Swim, swim,
Swim
Swim, swim,
Swim
Swim, swim,
Swim"
Little Miss Moody- Swim
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I wish I wish I was a fish - Ed (from Ed, Edd and Eddy).
Carl: I wrote a love song.
Jimmy: Is it about llamas?!
Carl: No! ... y-yes.
(from Jimmy Neutron)
Please visit the following good Christian business:
Convert the Beatnik Atheist and get a free Bible!
Or mabye we're all the sanest people around. Yeah, let that one simmer for a minute.
After all, what is crazy? Is it crazy to want to touch a rainbow? Well, then. Guilty as charged.
Sorry if I'm too "zany" for you; sorry if I'm a "kooky" character barely clinging to his "kilter." I just want to be free. So when you see me at a wedding, taking off my tie and tying it around my head during "Everybody Was Kung-fu fighting," stand back. I may be too edgy for you.
Oh my, the doctor is a split personality
Turns her scooter into full gear, and zooms, zooms away. Far away from the mad doctor.
Ooops, I forgot sturgis, oh well. The wind is in her face, and far in the distance is a fading tune:
"Well, I've never been to Spain
but I kinda like the music.
say the ladies are insane there..."
Ladies are insane, period.
Than I went to Spain...
whatever happened to me running for president?
DD not doctor. DD caveman. Ugh.
DrewDad wrote:DD not doctor. DD caveman. Ugh.
Be careful, he foams even. Thats a sure sign of madness.
