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I don’t offend Surfer-X, but I found Hemingway a bit too misogynistic for my taste.

Come on you could poop on my new couch and not offend me, I'm just not easily offened. I love Hemingway, I find that he of all writers truly understands the human condition. A farewell to arms, man, brutal. Begrudingly falling in love with that chick, then rowing across the lake, and she dies in childbirth. Dude.

I think you have to have nads to love Hemingway.

"Jamie has been doing this for so long she has lost her compass about where the line even IS."

There's a line?!

Simpsons quote of the day:

Marge: Grandpa, I gotta tell ya, she's a stone-cold hoochie.
Homer: Straight up, Marge. That hoochie only loves you because you can drive.

Huh Thread Misquote of the Day:

KurtS, gasping girlishly: Look at the size of that thing!

(with apologies to KurtS, who walked right into it)

I think you have to have nads to love Hemingway.

Jamie, as that one hit wonder New Zealand bands says, "how bizarre, how bizarre".

Papa rocks.

jack, I don't know. Our internet was down last week and we have Vonage, so no internet, no phone. I had our calls forwarded to work and when our internet was fixed on friday I logged on to Vonage and saw the Pismo call. If the person left a message, it was at work and I have to wait to Monday to check. Thank you for asking though, and thank you for thinking of the Fuchs. I love that cat so fucking much it's crazy. And I desperately need him back. Hope you have a good weekend.

Thanks jack, I think that we have to realize that cats are not like dogs, cats are wild animals that live with us, dogs are domesticated. Cats will split for a while and explore their "wild side". I don't feel he is hurt or even worse dead, I do "feel" that he is alive and just out fucking around. The mailman said there are coyotes here, but the Fuchs is 18lbs and about 2.5ft long head to tail, he's truly a house tiger. I think he could hold his own. He'll come back, and then he's not going outside ever again.

Did hear about a cat named Emily on the today Show, she made it from Wisconsin to the south of France. Maybe Fuchs is there too.

Wow. Did she enter France legally? Or was she undocumented? :)

Cats do get lost from time to time but they do come back after a while. Fuchs may be knocking on your door tonight, Surfer-X.

It's love and darkness,
And my sidearm.

Here we are now going to the north side

I asked him if he knew what time he had.
He said he wasn't sure, maybe a quarter past.
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's!
I peered in his eyes as we stood in line just to have a look,
But the pages I found looked like an unbound coloring book.

The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's!
It's not reality, just someone else's sentimentality...
It won't work for you...

Baby boomers selling you rumors of their history,
Forcing youth away from the truth of what's real today.
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's!
Stadium minds with stadium lies gotta make you laugh.
Garbage vendors against true defenders of the craft.

The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's!
It's not reality, just someone else's sentimentality...
Look what it did to us...

"Jamie, as that one hit wonder New Zealand bands says, “how bizarre, how bizarre”."

Huh?

I agree with Newsfreak. His short stories are fine. The one's I've read are great examples of minimalism. But his subject-matter is such that it generally appeals much more to men. He writes from a very male perspective, about subjects that tend to resonate with men more than women.

That's all I'm sayin.'

"one more poem, oh

Jack will turn homo

Stanman weeps"

Hurry, Jack, go drink some Bud Light and stare at your car engine for a while before it's too late!

"You never told me why you were “shhhush-ing” me and SactoQT "

I was doing that every time I said something that might have been interpreted the *wrong* way, as my comments so often are (insert put-upon tone here). So, "hush," as in, don't even bother saying it, I know what you're thinking.

Sorry Jack, no great ruler stories. My husband's costume was the hit of the party. Guy comes dressed as a catholic schoolgirl, kind of gets everyone's attention. Plus, he has really great legs. ;)

Okay, so it is possible...

we could hit...

Huh 2000...

by midnight...

tonight?

You renegade poets are missing out on new opportunities in poetic form. Don't be restricted by this single little white text box. Think outside the box. Think multiple text boxes!

Think poems that take 5 posts to complete.

"Can of Bud Light."

Just whatever you do, don't actually *drink* that, that...carbonated urine. It's just for pretend.

Poetry, Urk. I don't do poetry. Or at least I haven't tried. Hmmmm. Must think.

NEED 2000 posts!

"…and don’t take that tone with me young lady."

Ooh, Jack's getting all stern and stuff.

"For being the diabolical madwoman that she in fact is. "

Bwaahahahahahaaaaa!

My Halloween greeting:

Boo!

There. Only 600 more posts to go.

Jamie

is in

rare form

this morn'

must be

all the

Halloween candy.

Not much of a rhyme, but it added significantly to the thread count which is all that really matters.

We all know the threads with the highest thread counts have maximum quality.

Did see a woman who dressed as a Studio 54 coke whore, she was going to a Halloween wedding. Different!

Lol
Creative costume.

My sugar rush of choice is Twix. Anything with chocolate and a cookie crunch and I am a happy camper.

Ok, please bear with me, people --I've been gone for a long time.
What's the deal with this 'SPHUH' thing? How/why did a thread named 'Huh?' end up with 1400+ posts in less than 2 weeks. And what's the deal with this Surfer-x/ptiemann Nazi flame war?

LOL, Harm, welcome back! I believe SPHUH is what happens when you get too many demented minds in one place. Well, no, I take that back. I'm blaming it all on Jack.

Surfer-X is stressed out and depressed due to his missing cat. I don't know how that manifested itself as a Nazi flame war, but I'm sure it's because of Mr. Fuchs. We're all trying to tread carefully. Like cats, I guess you could say.

Go home Mr Fuchs!