Practise "Speed Patience" "Getting you nowhere, in a hurry, for milenia"
When you and the groom retire to your private office for this procedure, and he says:"Let's don't and say we did." you agree, or die before your time.And now here's a very special guest quetion submitted by the dazzling, and vivacious maid-of-Minnesota herself for your consideration:
After I stop running, I would be "Graaaaaaate-full" as "All Get Go" simply for the relief!
Deciduously speaking, yes.Given the following scene revealed when a curtain rises on a stage: a dark room with stone walls, many crude wood shelves containing stoppered bottles of all sizes, a large table covered with burbling and bubbling blown glass scientific apparatus, a large, ugly dog chained with spiked collar chained to a wall; who do you suppose should be hired to cater the wedding?
Dr. Ballard
You pass the burbling food to the bubbling dog, and boot the bumbling Ballard's behind.Since Mr. Robin Parsons is too valuable to waste on a lowly position such as best man should he be invited to serve as super man?
Uhmm just break down "Homeless" and you have "Home" (where you heart is, Uhmm 'the chest' I suspect) and "less" so I guess I would need be the "Less" man (Works in Zoobonia! doesn't it?)
Mies van der Rohe: "Less is more." Which brings us by commodius vicus of recirculation back to super man. Shaw or Nietzche via Joyce and architecture. What do you do if the Mail Order Bride from Minnesota is so flustered about which costume to wear at the Masquerade Bridal Shower that she as become a maniac torn between impersonating legendary Zoobonian warrior princess Aromatic Ann and dressing up in an ecclectic compound of various alter egos she has decided to call: Rain Cat Mona, she won't take any of your suggestions, and the shower is two days away?
Consciously you rationalize her decision as being the only reasonable reaction to the conflict between her being a member of the Church of Bod Dob, The Pallindrome Boy, and your being a member of the less exotic, and more mainstream, Zoobonian Church of Zoobus, but inside you know she has realized you're not good enough for her.What do you do if you're five years old, playing in a sandbox with your buddy, and a strange, dark boy with pale skin and black clothes approaches and starts asking sad, unsettling questions?
Ya run like all get go, Neverlanding back in that place ever again! (But grab a few souveniers on the way out, will ya)
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You reply that the alliterative word picher was quite interestingly surreal, but that Mr. Robin Parsons, like Pinocchio, is a real, live boy, and should not be mistaken for a marionette. What do you do if it seems that someone has fed Mr. Robin Parsons a special guest quetion, you don't know who or why, the quetion was a declarative sentence in quetion's clothing anyway, and the word rorschach keeps popping into your mind?
Be! the Butterfly
Buy a new calendar...
Get a very adequate mineral content...in my new diet...
I have an absolutely adorable French Maid, good with computers, who takes care of all that stuff for me. What do you do if your MagnaMantisPredatory Bride is taking her sweet time making arrangements for your first meeting, you are impatient, and so begin to flirt with other women, tell her you are flirting with other women to inspire jealousy and action, and all she says is: "OK. Enjoy."?
as your French maid, and as such is sloooooowly feeling you out to make sure you are quite tender in the right parts, do not have unexpected bones to pick, and are therefore... SUITABLE FOR INGESTION?!Buy some BBQ Sauce and start playing the game of "Juxtaposition"Originally posted by firefly
What do you do if the MMP has, unbeknownst to you, already met you by "posing"
"Burn your meat", being in quotation marks, clearly is intended to have a secondary meaning, but not being conversant with Canadian slang, it was obscure to me. I looked it up in several slang dictionaries without results. Therefore, finding yourself in this situation, all I can say is you ought not to have been BBQ-ing in the buff to begin with.What do you do if, while perusing the bookshelves looking for a dictionary of Canadian slang, you come across a slim, hardbound tome with the title: Linguistic Peculiarities Of One-Man-Canadian-Think-Tanks Of The Ontario Species?
Neologistically, many forms of districation are still open. For example, I might juxtaimpose some superior sorority sister (nuns hunt now and then, they're just not supposed to) beteen myself and the difficulty, or I might disjuxtapropose one of the many inverse square effects one finds at work in the Canadian Woods, thereby weakening the giraffe effect of his long toungue.
I would insist the non-luminescent insect be arrested as well as my partner in crime, and later, with the help of a good lawyer, demonstrate it was the bug driving the whole time. What do you do if you're crawling on all fours in a crawl space above a ceiling trying to locate a break in a telephone line when a rat the size of a small dog pokes its head out of the insulation and says: "If I were you, I'd think twice about it,"?
Talking dog-sized rodents constitute SEP fields in and of themselves. I might, therefore, capture it for later use when engaged in stealthy persuits w/o the benefit of cover.What do you do if, after hours of searching through dusty ground paper insulation in a cramped and awkward crawl space, your jaw aching from holding the flashlight in your mouth, your vision thwarted by the salt lines of dried sweat that criss cross the lenses, you finally discover that the problem is due to the line having been neatly severed and routed into a small extraterrestrial spacecraft nestled in the insulation, and a peak through the window reveals a miniature space alien sitting at a computer logged on to PF who has been answering all your posts for months now under a wide variety of pseudonyms?