...the late Mr. Bierce was quite a writer fella...
The Devil's Dictionary is something I quote from often. Marvelous piece of work.
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...the late Mr. Bierce was quite a writer fella...
...do you ever pass a fetching female mannequin in a store and want to pat it's bottom?....anyone?????...oooooook then, just me......
...didn't bother her a'tall...she never even blinked...Leave my girlfriend alone!!!!
...I had forgotten he was an Ohio native...The Devil's Dictionary is something I quote from often. Marvelous piece of work.
...I had forgotten he was an Ohio native...
...I like to think so, they didn't call him "Bitter Bierce, the Buckeye" for nothing....Does that explain his relentless cynicism?
LOL. I “played” football in high school also. And I only got to play when the games got out of reach. When people ask me what position I played I tell them Benchwarmer.I played football in high school. Never was as good as my fantasies wanted me to be. I mean, not even close. I was one of the guys that got sent in only when the game was hopelessly out of reach.
So decades later, I'm in my early fifties (ah, the good old days), and my former Marine son invites me to play football in the park with him and his buds. Every weekend, they played a tackle-but-no-sacks game. Foolishly, I say yes.
He and I were on the same team. I caught a pass, shrugged off a tackle, and ran for a TD, and not my only one that day. A guy caught a pass, figured he could straight-arm me away, but he was wrong, and he ate some dirt. I had an interception. And other things where I just had a ton of fun and schooled the young men. The stars were strangely but wondrously in alignment. My son talked to me after the game and told me one of the opposing players had come up to him after one play and said, "Dude, geezer's got wheels."
Music to my ears. And the term "geezer's got wheels" became part of the family lore and remains to this day.
The next day, I could barely move, and I never played again. But although unorganized and pretty unstructured and entirely meaningless, it had been the best day of football in my life. I got to go out on a high note.
LOL. It shows you how bad I am physically, that even I couldn't make it onto the Jets squad today.I hear The Jets are holding tryouts, DiO.
Sicko...do you ever pass a fetching female mannequin in a store and want to pat it's bottom?....anyone?????...oooooook then, just me......
Resist... Resist!Sicko
They probably don't even have heads.
Resist... Resist!
Have you ever had a close call and then wondered if you actually died and you're living out your very last moment in a dream of still living, a la Ambrose Bierce's An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge? Because I do that all the time.
Do you ever knock on wood, JUST IN CASE?
...patting a mannequins booty means never having to say you're sorry...Sicko
They probably don't even have heads.
Did you ever pray for a crop failure after sowing your wild oats?
People here say "Oh God" all the time when OoO is posting. Don't mean nuntin.