Happy Thanks-For-Sending-Just-The-Puritans-You-Fuckers Day. Tonight is Pogo's Great 911 Desert Bonfire Adventure. Fire/Pogo/Desert/Beer. Don't fire 'til you see the red of my eyes
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Tennyson was never my cup of tea. If he was alive today, I could picture him doing readings in a campus coffeehouse, where he'd probably be a big hit. The words sound pretty, but it's really just something to accompany your latte while you try to justify the fact that you're sitting around on Salvation Army sofas drinking overpriced coffee.
Now Byron...well, probably doing the same as Al, but I like him better. At least during his reading, the words would strike a particular chord as you realize, "My god, this man could either keel over and die in front of us, or he could be shagging every woman in this room if he survives."
Sorry biznet got in the way of pleasure on Friday. I promise I'll make it up to you...for you're the cat that won't cop out when there's danger all about.
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Now Byron...well, probably doing the same as Al, but I like him better. At least during his reading, the words would strike a particular chord as you realize, "My god, this man could either keel over and die in front of us, or he could be shagging every woman in this room if he survives."
Sorry biznet got in the way of pleasure on Friday. I promise I'll make it up to you...for you're the cat that won't cop out when there's danger all about.
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You did make it up, but since you're working instead of with me right now, you're storing up more frau-debt.
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My favorite.
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