1 Jan 2007
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Sylvester Stalag Stoned?

"Silvester/Sylvester" is one of the few words not forgotten from a year and half of Hochschule Kraut klasses. The only times that I recall the native German teacher smiling were when I'd hum a few bars of the Marseille while wearing a headset. Given my status as a leper and the low quantum probability that this particle of wit will "tunnel through," I won't bother to wish you all a Happy New Year's Eve. And after all, it's your site and your nuts.

1 Jan 2007
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Oops, it occurred to me while dealing with the burning poop (also see "the boy stood on the burning dreck" from the French writer, Jean "Ra's Garbage" Pail, who feared a Napoleon's Egyptian campaign in reverse as he described conditions on the *India Star*, a slow boat bearing not cotton for stuffed shirts, but the lesser of two weevils(1)) on the porcelain throne, that in retyping, a year and a half *imprisonment* was left out. -Though humming a few bars doth not make something from which not even 'err 'eisenberg could tunnel to Herr Eisenhower. It's just a well that no one found their marbles or deconstructed or disrobed "wearing a headset" with a lustig state of mind of Mikey's "David," a vast and almost trunkless immodest stone of a man with much to be modest about, given that I was enveloped in well-tempered Kleider at the time. On that note, and with a terrible gasp (see Kaufman-no, not George S.; the other one who, though he loved the maiden form, probably never rose above his station to reach the terrible clasp), I'll give a winken, blinken, nudge-nudge and nod of the head to Rocky, Ball Boa( see "Jackass Number 2"), and Sly Stone by taking a swing (and probably fanning as in base ball) at your mighty possessive Cleo's petras. 1. Apologies to the "Master & Commander" who sneered the command to one of his wrinkled Cupids to aspirate the cold waters of the Straits of Magellan.