Happy Birthday....Mis-ter Pres-i-dent.....

Hey, Chai. Do you know what this little creature and John Kennedy have in common?

The suspense is killing me here, Letty......

(holds breath)

Well, Reyn. When my husband and I were first married, I became angry because he spent too much time participating in after hours gigs. I called him a philanderer, thinking that it meant one who parties too much.

He glowered at me saying, "Do you know what you just called me?"

I immediately ran for my dictionary and found two definitions. The second one said: a wooly opossum of South American. I pointed it out to him saying: That's what I meant.

(hmmm. no update on this one)

Looks like I'm not too old to learn something just yet. :wink:

Grinning like a possum.

(Reyn grabs dictionary looking for secondary meanings)

<Ellpus quietly tells Reyn that it is a collector of postage stamps.>

Oh philately . . . don't make things up . . .

Ok, ok, so I can't find that definition now. Never said that when I grew up I was going to be a speller.

Hmmm. Perhaps I was thinking numismatist.

For the longest time, I thought pilates had something to do with Pontius Pilate.

Letty,


That's a Mathematics Professor, who is into naturism.

When small, i was very literate, but ignorant. For the longest time, i thought that the name was Pompous Pilot, and thought the entire story was implausible.

I thought I was the only one!

I pronounced it Pie-laits for quite a while, until I heard people talking about it.


My friend still pronounces macho........ macko.

We haven't told him yet. This has gone on for years.

In the name of the father, the son, and in the hole he goes.

When i was in the Army, in training, they put a CID plant in our platoon. (CID=crimininal investigation department--he was an MP, a military policeman.) It was so obvious that people kept turning away to laugh quietly when he would ask us where the action is. One of our boys, who could do deadpan humor like no one's business, took him aside to teach him "hippie slang," and he just lapped it up.

Out of State!

Right arm, Brother, right arm!

I can smell where you're comin' from!

The same guy used to walk in the barracks when some jokers had been smoking dope, and loudly ask: "Who's been burnin' jock straps around here?" The CID boy would run in, eager to get the goods on people, and constantly frustrated.

I took a course in the new math, Ellpus; didn't understand it any better than my old dictionary. Guess it went the way of transformational grammar.

Then there is always the epi TOME of jazz.

Hey, Chai. This turned out to be betterna Candle in the Wind.

I would think....What kind of exercise would Pontius Pilate do....? I mean, he had on all those toga things that'd you have to keep adjusting. Maybe it was named after Mrs. Pilate...

these kind of things keep me up for hours.




The Giselle Pilate exercise class...

OK everyone, raise your left arm up straight until it's level to your shoulder, horizontal to the floor......great! Now, let's do the same with our right arms.......super!


OK now, swing your left foot so that it's in front of the right.....

What's a postage stamp?

(slaps knee)