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Sat 1 Jul, 2006 06:20 pm
Yes indeed; some of my worst friends are Hispanic/Black/Asian/Italian/Native/Polish/Old european/Catholic/Blond. I run with a bad crowd. I even have some women friends.
You should stick to your own kind.
Hispanic/Black/Asian/Italian/Native/Polish/Old european/Catholic/Blond...
wait.... except for the blond part, that is your own kind.
Joe (hojo)Nation
Some of my best friends are Druids, dys. I drive some distance to stand under the Fairchild Oak.
Some of my worst friends are:
surely a spelling mistake, i think the word you were looking for is fiends
Redheads have a kind all of their own.
Do your friends all eat different breakfastses?.
farmerman wrote:Do your friends all eat different breakfastses?.
, a morning laugh, thanks
farmerman wrote:Do your friends all eat different breakfastses?.
Well, Roger eats Cheerios but he's more like family than friend.
well, then you can engage in severe criticiism and trashing of self-esteem with rodger. That is good.
farmerman wrote:well, then you can engage in severe criticiism and trashing of self-esteem with rodger. That is good.
Well yes of course and make him sleep on the sofa.
"Well I sing this song for you Blonde Beasts, I sing this song for you Venuses
upon your shells on the foam of the sea. And I sing this for the freaks and
the cripples, and the hunchback, and the burned, and the burning, and the
maimed, and the broken, and the torn, and all of those that you talk about at
the coffee tables, at the meetings, and the demonstrations, on the streets,
in your music, in my songs. I mean the real ones that are burning, I mean the
real ones that are burning"
Not to leave anybody important out.
edgarblythe wrote:"Well I sing this song for you Blonde Beasts, I sing this song for you Venuses
upon your shells on the foam of the sea. And I sing this for the freaks and
the cripples, and the hunchback, and the burned, and the burning, and the
maimed, and the broken, and the torn, and all of those that you talk about at
the coffee tables, at the meetings, and the demonstrations, on the streets,
in your music, in my songs. I mean the real ones that are burning, I mean the
real ones that are burning"
Not to leave anybody important out.
Personally, I am rather chilly.
I feel manifestly left out.
You're the one we talk about at coffee tables.
edgarblythe wrote:You're the one we talk about at coffee tables.
Object, not subject, eh?
You're a redhead, aren't you?
Why can't Rog sleep in the guestroom?
Do some of yours friends eat cheese, or Velveeta, for that matter?
Don't you like Velveeta, Blatham?
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