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November 14, 2014


Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 14, 2014 8:55 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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But...but...I can STILL get Twitter and Facebook there....RIGHT?

Posted by: CaptDMO [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 14, 2014 10:07 AM

Won't need to, Capt. People up there have transcended such primitive methods. I know, I have seen it with my own eyes. (kind of a silly expression ain't it? Who else's eyes would I see it with? ah ... drifting, not enough coffee.)

As I was saying:
I was out running errands, in the line at Walmart for meds. Behind me comes this guy, looked like he was on a Polack bowling team. Mid-forties, wouldn't know matching colors if it bit him in the butt.
"Whassatcha got?" He asks, pointing to the cafe curtain rod I'm holding.
I spoke not a word, showed him.
"Oh" he sez, "thought it was one a them canes. My buddy has one with four feet".
"Yes, when we get older we lose equilibrium." I said (my mistake).
"Oh" he sez, "I lost my equilibrium when I had that aneurism, back in '97."
"You're lucky to be alive" sez I.
"I dunno, I'm waiting for them to come get me. Y'know, go up into space".
"I'm five foot ten." I said with finality, "you won't need any money up there."
He nodded sagely and I saw behind his eyes he'll be chewing on that for a while.
The art of conversation, one of my strong suits. I refrained from telling him that in Heaven there is no beer.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 15, 2014 5:18 AM

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