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MoJoRiSin 02-04-2012 08:30 PM

"who needs cupid?"

Brynn 02-08-2012 03:35 PM

This guy made me giggle, especially as he gets rolling towards the end - "I had an algebra equation printed on my T-shirt..."

MoJoRiSin 02-27-2012 11:07 PM

i dug this up thinking that it might be perfect for the next quotation debate entry but had forgotten how it ended
the ending made me laugh

for some reason

How I Met My Wife
Jack Winter, the New Yorker, July 25, 1994.

It had been a rough day, so when I walked into
the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts
to appear gruntled and consolate.
I was furling my weildy umbrella for the coat
check when I saw her standing alone in a corner.
She was a descript person, a woman in a state of
total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she
moved in a gainly way. I wanted desperately to meet her, but
I knew I’d have to make bones about it, since I was travelling
cognito. Beknowst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my
manners couldn’t be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.
Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance
might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it,
but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept
enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim.
I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could
easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.
So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make head or tails of. I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated—as if this were something I was great shakes at—and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.
Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had not time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d’oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myselfs.
She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savoury character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. “What a perfect nomer,” I said, advertently. The conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since.
I have given her my love, and she has requited it.

YsaPur EsChomuw 03-14-2012 04:17 AM

one of my new students is called Glod

MoJoRiSin 03-15-2012 11:58 PM

"...and after that, I'll make some homemade mac n' cheese for us." :D
.......................................>>> hugs and kisses &&&&&&&&&&
>>>>>>>>>> blah blah blah blah blah
+" i left a dirty hand towel in the (guest ??) bathroom."

Odbe 03-20-2012 01:28 AM

I saw a reference to a published scientific paper titled: Observations of scent-marking and discriminating self from others by a domestic dog (Canis familiaris): tales of displaced yellow snow.

Brynn 03-20-2012 04:31 PM


brightpearl 04-05-2012 05:41 PM

Ah, the perils of placing bakery orders by phone.

Sorry, you can't have any.

Brynn 04-09-2012 12:48 PM

The original Trololo song, before surrealization:

MoJoRiSin 04-22-2012 02:15 AM

"There once was a poet from McNameter
Whose mistress kept calling him amateur.
She said, "Your technique is too rough & antique
And your rhythm's iambic pentameter!"

MoJoRiSin 04-28-2012 02:30 PM


YsaPur EsChomuw 05-02-2012 02:58 PM

MoJoRiSin 05-04-2012 08:22 PM

^the image of the woman behind the red bar
made me laugh today :)

Frieda 05-30-2012 06:06 PM

brightpearl 06-03-2012 10:52 PM

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