It is a disgusting thing to see a man confess to a yen to be among large furred and sweating flanks. A disgusting thing. And yet, not without its fascinations
Possibly an ancestor of Norman, Mom. See Chapter 1 of Gulliver’s Travels: “Soon after my Return from Leyden, I was recommented by my good Master, Mr. Bates, to be Surgeon to the Swallow…But my good Master Bates dying in two Years after, and I having few Friends, my business began to fail…”
yahoo!
Well that’s what happens when you play the big room at the Flamingo. Although I thought that was Pat Boone’s gig.
Jeff-Once you get a horse you will learn more about yourself than you can imagine. Ask Tony Soprano.
I have heard of rapture in this context, but I have never heard of existential rupture.
<hands pink slip to the armadillo>
Sorry, pal. The whole “I don’t dance” thing is what got you replaced. Everybody loves to watch a horse dance.
An existential rupture is far less painful than a hernia. Truss me.
BATES IS YOUR MASTER
Norman? Is that you?…
It is a disgusting thing to see a man confess to a yen to be among large furred and sweating flanks. A disgusting thing. And yet, not without its fascinations
Possibly an ancestor of Norman, Mom. See Chapter 1 of Gulliver’s Travels: “Soon after my Return from Leyden, I was recommented by my good Master, Mr. Bates, to be Surgeon to the Swallow…But my good Master Bates dying in two Years after, and I having few Friends, my business began to fail…”
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No, Harvey, it’s not so wrong.
Now, going off to Mexico to live with La Puta – that would be wrong.
So wrong, and thanks for arr the fish.
Hey, when you’re surrounded by Yahoos, you get your comfort where you can.