"COOL! / NO! / COOL! / NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Mankind is being flung towards the far horizon at speeds greater -- and heights taller -- than God ever intended. "Oh, Why, Oh, Why," wail the mourners, as another man flies past, overhead. If the synagogue is where you sin, then the dialogue is where you dial. "Help Me!" in one tongue is "Tongue!" in another langue and "Merengue!" in yet another harangue. Lemon gets to be a risk. Grape-fruits get to be a risk. The fields molder and a cry spreads through the land. Oh Lord, why is there motor? There is motor, sayeth The Lord, to impress thine enemy. But mine enemy hath motor. Sayeth not hath, sayeth The Lord, for that is my very verb form. Very well then, but my enmity 'hath' motor. Thine enmity hath motor? shrieketh The Lord, thou dost bringeth the disnomer and the piss-nomer in thy protestations and for that -- I shall now smite thy fleeting moment of achievement in sport. And The Lord smote the pilgrim's second place finish, and the pilgrim, in turn, smote his younger brother, with a loud clap to both ears, and the younger brother, then suffering from a disturbance, smote the television set with a thirty-ought-six, even as the set continued to speak, " . . . in corporation we trust . . . ," a minor miracle.
Mankind is being flung towards the far horizon at speeds greater -- and heights taller -- than God ever intended. "Oh, Why, Oh, Why," wail the mourners, as another man flies past, overhead. If the synagogue is where you sin, then the dialogue is where you dial. "Help Me!" in one tongue is "Tongue!" in another langue and "Merengue!" in yet another harangue. Lemon gets to be a risk. Grape-fruits get to be a risk. The fields molder and a cry spreads through the land. Oh Lord, why is there motor? There is motor, sayeth The Lord, to impress thine enemy. But mine enemy hath motor. Sayeth not hath, sayeth The Lord, for that is my very verb form. Very well then, but my enmity 'hath' motor. Thine enmity hath motor? shrieketh The Lord, thou dost bringeth the disnomer and the piss-nomer in thy protestations and for that -- I shall now smite thy fleeting moment of achievement in sport. And The Lord smote the pilgrim's second place finish, and the pilgrim, in turn, smote his younger brother, with a loud clap to both ears, and the younger brother, then suffering from a disturbance, smote the television set with a thirty-ought-six, even as the set continued to speak, " . . . in corporation we trust . . . ," a minor miracle.
25 comments:
I hope this isn't some kind of metaphor.
There is no metaphor for Shakapopoulos, that I'm aware of. -------------------BA
(I mean, other than "Et Tu?" -- but is that a metaphor or just an out-and-out example?) ------------------------------------BA
I am NOT Shakapopoulos!
You guys are like bickering. stop bierkcing alreayd. yes you're shakapaopolous and he's the blogmeister. meanwhile i have been fired from aV. as if anyone cared. there is no aV anyway. anymore. not since 'the incident'. but 00000h i can console mtyself with southwest chicken chipolte and sweet potatoe fries. cafeteria rocks! gina
She's right, Shakapopoulos. Let's be pals. ---------------------------------------------BA
Thine motor hath gotten stuck at the red light. Thine motor hath been dismissed from AV because of Thine Motor's "incident," and yet, lo, Thine Motor doth continue to turn out chicken and fries. So has it been done, and so will it be done. Green light, pal. Start the car already.
The motor is ferocious. People need to respect the motor. There is a Motor Inn and Motoring and Motorhead (with da UMLAUT) and they are all fearsome. -----------------------------------------BA
The Motor respects the Motor. To paraphrase Tina Turner, "What's people got to do with it?/ What's people but a second hand motor?"
Or, to paraphrase Aerosmith:
"Well I got good news, she's a real good liar / 'Cause the backstage boogie set your pants on fire ----- Swee-eet m-o-o-o-o-o-tor / Swee-eet m-o-o-o-o-o-tor"
(Said my get up and go musta got up and went!)
--------------------BA
you all are mad. gina
Then the fourth brother got the clap...
Aerosmith w/o Steven Tyler: Oh, Gina, what will we do????????????
--sausages
And the Enmity Award goes to...
--sausages
The Corporation of Motor, the indoctrination of voter, the disinclinated promoter left for dead: immobile rotor.
The motorboat heralded as the newest form of contraceptive, the moldy float heralded as the bluest form of processin', this rogue-y goat heralded as the if-the-shoe-fits form of conviction.
Thine enemy hast gouter of the snouter -- and it burns, it really do. Should he shrieketh -- as the Lord is wont -- forgive him: he know not what he do.
Kirk: Are you goitering? This blog has a clear No Goitering policy. ---------------------------BA
Monsieur Sausages: Monsieur Sausages: or is it Messieurs Sausages? In either event, we must go easy on our high school comrade for her camaraderie dost cross the Cuyahoga (Hahoooga!) -- the crooked river, to reach us. She has suffered an incident and has been fired from A/V, allegedly. Gina. Speak up. What is this incident you refer to? ------------------------------BA
i can't talk about the ;incident' because DAVE reads this blog. gina
DAVE reads this blog?
-- msr. sauSAGE
Apparently. What's up, DAVE? S'up? ---------BA
he'll never comment. though he finds it amusing that you all are saying DAVE all the time. he is still my mother's lover. after all this time. i think its serious. gina
This commentary -- these commentaries. [Sigh.] A loonie bin!
[Et Tu Shakapopoulos?] ---BA
Tee hee. Mira
I am NOT Shakapopoulos! Quit saying that. Sheesh.
What ARE you then? And why are you yelling, you little sawed-off backstabber? Are you the Opoulos of the World aka Geo-Opoulos? What gives, man? Do you own purple two pound weights? Do you think it's cool to be YOU? --------BA
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