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Buddah Rhubarb Butter, Soul Coughing:

"As for my single self I had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as I myself.

As for my own concern I had as think to think as keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn.

And at the salad bar a man he stares into the croutons hypnotized by powers of the Bac-O-Bits.

And I expose myself to stimuli unfit for people outside the controls of an experiment."

I want to spoon


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Jul. 26th, 2002 10:04 am (UTC)
hehe, spoon, june. doncha love those old-time expressions? i think i might have told you when i met you about how i made up a drinking game where we all sat around and watched marx brothers movies. everyone had to pick an old-time phrase, like "Say!" or spoon or whatever. of course, when your phrase came up, you had to drink. and when someone said "Say!" well, everyone had to imbibe.

i of course was a wee bit younger than. now, i go for the big stuff, like darvocet ;-)

i'll wave when i drive remotely close to your neck of the woods tomorrow. i wish i could stop and say howdy, but i don't think BC or BS would be willing. so i will just think happy thoughts and send 'em your way. :-)
Jul. 26th, 2002 07:39 pm (UTC)
"spooning" sounds better to me than "cuddling" or "making out".

I was never a big drinking game person... I'd always forget and drink inbetween and end up sloppy drunk well before the object of the game was done. I can blame the irish blood. I can blame the german blood. I think I will instead blame my age at the time. Yeah. That's it.
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