...or genetics...
(Maybe Set chose the wrong parents. One way or the other, though, I'm sure it is his fault.)
You have your own faults, Eva. First one is attending these silly threads. You prettiness beyond compare has nothing to do in this seedy neighborhood...
I am sorry that your recent medical condition has resulted in all your teeth fleeing your oral cavity. I am sure the poor French whine has a lot to answer for.
It is also somewhat alarming to see how jovial, convivial et al you have become. May I suggest no one will ever know that you've had a lobotomy, if you wear a wig to hide to the scars and learn to control the slobbering.
Wishing you a speedy recovery, etc, etc.
"You prettiness beyond compare has nothing to do in this seedy neighborhood..."
Would you like some cheese and crackers to go with that whine?
Eva, I cannot bring myself to say anything that would annoy you; I know you're a self-made woman. It's nice of you to take the blame!
Try - your poor attempt to bash the French is alarming to your mental sanity.
I hardly can suffer you insulting that poor toothless dog but it's utterly disgusting to propose such nauseating food to such a delicate dame as Eva.
And your words of contempt to her superior life achievements are below any describable level.
I hope you are ashamed...
Yet again Francis you shine the light of reason into the darker corners of my mind. You sure are Nobody's fool, and Mrs Nobody wants you back.
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your words of contempt to her superior life achievements are below any describable level."
Thank you, I did try hard with that one. However, the truth is; I had a sportier model in mind. You know, one with fewer miles on the clock!
"I hope you are ashamed..."
Never, will I be ashamed to stand up and support the poor, the downtrodden and oppressed.
ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR
Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
Yabber, dabber doo.
Try - Mrs Nobody will never get me back. Mrs Everybody is waiting for me (I didn't say Everybody's Mrs, ok!)
Your sportier model will never have the comfort and the softness of the commands of those with more miles on the clock.
You'll never be ashamed to support that poor...alligators?
Now, Try, do me a favor, enjoy your sportier model!
Tryagain wrote:Would you like some cheese and crackers to go with that whine?
Yes, thank you, I believe I will have some cheese and crackers. They look delicious. You may keep the whine.
Quote:Eva, I cannot bring myself to say anything that would annoy you; I know you're a self-made woman. It's nice of you to take the blame!
You're most welcome, Try! Anything to help!
Francis, you Brits make me laugh! I wish I had your brain - so little used.
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support that poor...alligators?"
Everybody knows that there are no alligators in Australia. Alligator hole (is now referred to as Crocodile Hole), located along Parry Creek, WA.
Eva, I am sorry, "You're most welcome, Try! Anything to help!" simply will not do! I was looking forward to a pillow fight at the very least. Hold your domino!
I sure wish you'd stop holdin' your domino in pubic . . . er, public . . . out there in front a god an ever-one . . .
Try - I'm utterly terrified by your lack of geographical knowledge. You should know that another remote small place, called Paris, exists in a country called France. The inhabitants of that place are called Parigots and not Brits, who are also French but from Brittany..
As for my brain, I've only used 15%. But if I spare you 2 neurones your whole cranium will be full.
Tryagain wrote:I was of cause referring to the best little town in Texas: Paris, a city graced by dozens of beautiful old homes and unique public architecture, creating a charming backdrop for a thriving economy and a contemporary life style. Not some little backwater on the outskirts of Brittany!
I'm relatively sure you weren't, inasmuch as you called him a "Brit." Can't see why you would have been referring to Paris, Texas.
I'd have to say your context is confused and convoluted.
ha! Trying to get me in a paradox, eh?
Paratroon!
I do not believe i have ever read anything so silly and disagreeable . . .
Well, I hope you are pleased with yourself as I sit here in tears
Anyone who told you to be yourself couldn't have given you worse advice.
"I do not believe"
That is why you will not be joining the rest of us in the place of plenty. Burn baby burn.
tears of laughter, that is. Remember, never enter a battle of wits unarmed -