Here’s a snippet of conversation from last night’s combination barbecue, birthday party for a poet friend of mine:
Birthday Boy: “…So let me ask you this… Say I was pronounced quote unquote dead, right? If I were to opt for cryonic preservation, a performative act suggesting that I don’t accept the dominant contemporary narrative defining death, but rather that I’m willing to flash-freeze myself to await the next scientific paradigm shift instead (at which time death as we now conceive of it might be redefined) — does that mean that I’d be retrospectively putting off my middle-agedness? Because technically I wouldn’t really be dead, only suspended, so I’d go right on aging, I mean?”
Me: “Dude. You’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt and blue socks without even a hint of irony. You’re middle aged. Accept it.”
Birthday Boy: “Really? Because if that’s the case, I think I’m going to cry.”
Me: “Aw, buck up, willya? Pour us a couple more drinks, and I’ll go put on some Billy Joel. How’s The Stranger sound?”
Minimalist equivalent of <slap-slap> fergodssakesman, get a grip!
blue socks?
Me: “Dude. You’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt and blue socks without even a hint of irony. You’re middle aged. Accept it.”
Birthday Boy: “Really? Because if that’s the case, I think I’m going to cry.”
Me: “Aw, buck up, willya? Pour us a couple more drinks, and I’ll go put on some Billy Joel. How’s The Stranger sound?”
Me: “Dude. You’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt and blue socks without even a hint of irony. You’re middle aged. Accept it.â€Â
Birthday Boy: “Really? Because if that’s the case, I think I’m going to cry.â€Â
Me: “Aw, buck up, willya? Pour us a couple more drinks, and I’ll go put on some Billy Joel. How’s The Stranger sound?â€Â
Me: “Dude. You’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt and blue socks without even a hint of irony. You’re middle aged. Accept it.â€Â
Birthday Boy: “Really? Because if that’s the case, I think I’m going to cry.â€Â
Me: “Aw, buck up, willya? Pour us a couple more drinks, and I’ll go put on some Billy Joel. How’s The Stranger sound?â€Â
very sorry
Ronald Taylor
Thomas Roberts
James Scott
Michael Lee
Brian Allen
William Wright
Sarah Edwards
Paul Martin
Carol Wilson
Dorothy Baker
Elizabeth Anderson
Edward Martin
Karen Garcia
Barbara Lewis
Daniel Baker
William Evans
Laura Johnson
Kenneth Collins
Edward Moore
Sandra Wilson
Charles Hall
Patricia Edwards
Mark Adams
Lisa Evans
Jennifer Turner
very sorry
These boys not in damp dreams and a sleeveless jacket away. They require a real entertainment, completely impetuous and not last censorship. Observe the madman twinks attempt of cheerful (homosexual) sex clearing a paint for the first time! Shocking photos and films!
It so ÿрþúÃȄÂтþ pleasant both very disobedient. MIKE18 and its(his) friends have cargoes of dirty secrets, which they had love to divide(undresse) with you personally. You will see, that they like each other in absolutely mad ways!