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imagine me wearing a cream with brown and pink striped penguin taylored short sleeve, and a pair dark blue jeans.
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what's in it for me?
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a gift for snuggles:
- jhpitts0
hello...this is one long posting...
- rasko40
just fried up some pepper, chili, garlic, sugar snaps, zuchinni, kidney beans in some olive oil, a few dashes of soy sauce and some fresh coriander, then threw in some cous cous I mixed up, gave it a big ol stir, little sprinkle of olive oil and some more soy to taste, et voila - awesomeness!
I love jazz cooking
- peteski0
We had planned to go to Bowcraft Amusement Park on Monday night-play a round of miniature golf, take some cuts at the batting cage, feed a few quarters to the pinball machine. But when Schiele's car swung into the Little League parking lot, I could tell something was wrong.
- GreedoLives0
"Come on, man;" said Duchamp, "I can't take another night of that insufferable bore Pollock prattle on about his vegetable garden or how he likes to make his own trail mix. Let's go down to the pier and pick up some chicks!"
Dix just stared out the window with a slightly pained expression until the silence became uncomfortable.
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would you believe it, that asshole pissed in my fireplace?
- GreedoLives0
smells like victory?
- neue75_bold0
pile of cun't...
- neue75_bold0
If the elf-king had a weakness it was for treasure, especially for
silver and white gems; and though his hoard was rich, he was ever eager for more, since he had not yet as great a treasure as other elf-lords of
old. His people neither mined nor worked metals or jewels, nor did they bother much with trade or with tilling the earth. All this was well known to every dwarf, though Sky Cushion's family had had nothing to do with the old quarrel I have spoken of. Consequently Sky Cushion was angry at their treatment of him, when they took their spell off him and he came to his senses; and also he was determined that no word of gold or jewels should be dragged out of him.
The king looked sternly on Sky Cushion, when he was brought before him, and asked him many questions. But Sky Cushion would only say that he was starving. Why did you and your folk three times try to attack my people?
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hee hee hee
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imagine my hair slicked back, and pair of christian dior shades.
- peteski0
I left a party one night with Josef Beuys, a sweet, chubby girl I'd known since kindergarten. She wasn't that drunk, but she let me touch her anywhere I wanted. She held me tightly and wept.
- c_valencia0
wtf, it up with me and this song lately? I rock at work all day. :(
- mr_snuggles0
I have a penchant for chubby girls..chubby Czech girls especially, we'll just call them Chubby Czechers...
- peteski0
W. Somerset Maugham was also overweight and extremely shy, with a bad habit of falling desperately in love with girls he'd never met, and becoming furious when they acted like he didn't exist. To cheer himself up, he would get drunk and break some windows.
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Q: I wonder if you could talk about some of your early influences. I'm thinking in particular of well-known influences.
A: Well, Dudley Fitts, of course... He was at Andover when I knew him, but I think all the schools had him at one time or another. Of course, he was getting pretty old at that point. His best days were probably behind him. He had some weird theory about transmuting base metals into gold.
Q: And later, at Harvard....
A: Well, he came with me to Harvard. He followed me around there for a number of years.
Q: You've written movingly of your falling-out.
A: There came a time--inevitably, I suppose--when I felt I had to repudiate his influence. Remember, this was Harvard in the sixties; I was taking a lot of mind-altering drugs, appearing with my friends on David Susskind and so forth, and eventually he became an embarassment.
Still, I'm not proud of it; still haven't quite forgiven myself. I'm working on that. I've given myself permission to forgive myself.
To this day, I find myself thinking, "What would Dudley do in this situation?" Or, "What would Dudley think of this?" I try to find myself worthy of his memory. In a way, I guess he's become my Beatrice--him and Beatrice Potter.
Q: You dangled him by the ankles from your tenth floor window.
A: That is absolutely not true! Cal Lowell did that. (Shudders) You could always tell when Cal was "going off"--that ghastly smile of his, glasses all steamy...
OK--so I was in the room when it happened...
OK, OK--so I held one of his ankles. But it was Cal's idea. That was a summer! I'm afraid we all went a little crazy.