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benson, a friend of mine used to tell me he could walk into an Irish bar and start playing a few things on the jukebox and get most of the drunk patrons to start crying.
denton, No, I don’t watch ANY porn. No lie. I spend quite bit of time gauging movies with BH. He knows my tolerance. Sometimes he’ll see them first and tell me if I can see it!
“I am Legend” almost KILLED ME! We sat too close up and I nearly had a heart attack!
“You must have nightmares after a PLUSA gathering!”
“And yet Cobble can read the OT!”
Very funny!
Speaking of depressing subjects and St.Patrick’s day….
Is it just me, or does anybody else here want to slit their wrists after hearing “Danny Boy”. Man, is that song depressing!
All this morbid talk has gotten me hungry. Is it lunch time yet?
“I just CANNOT look at violence, blood, freaky creatures/characters.”
And yet Cobble can read the OT!
“I just CANNOT look at…… freaky creatures/characters. They give me really bad nightmares.”
You must have nightmares after a PLUSA gathering!
I take it you watch a lot of porn, ch? I mean, hardly any movies would pass yr test!
Benson, I’m trying my darndest. Death and poetry, very unpopular subjects.
Legion, I call. Read ’em and weep. Seamus Heaney:
“We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn’t fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.”
“stories about what I found while snooping around crawl spaces beneath houses,”
Oh, no, please, no, do NOT tell me!