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So I bought this book at Strand Books in Manhattan. The Strand is one of those great old independent book stores that continues to thrive while the chain stores keep going out of business. For me...

Yeah. What the hey?

Pompey Bum, he’s a smart one, eh?

I agree with you totally about the term “subhuman” for a gorilla. We humans are an arrogant species - am I right? In fact when I wrote that post I wondered if it...

So there was a vignette in the book I actually laughed out loud at. Lester finds a rusty axe head and takes it to a blacksmith for sharpening. The smith tells him that simply sharpening the axe won’t...

The Revenant falls into that category, although I liked the book better. I wonder if Westerns got subsumed by Hollywood because they are just so filmable. Or maybe Hollywood likes Westerns because...

It’s not the type of book I tend to read very often either, Danik, but every 3 or 4 years I’ll read a Cormac McCarthy novel. So far my McCarthy reading list has gone like this: Blood Meridian, No...

Well...I’m still trying to suss that out. I think the book is written in such a way that the reader can approach it from a social or a moral standpoint. Or both at the same time.

Do social factors...

Uh-Oh, fart
Did you fart, Raymond?!

While green avocados are fine
Los pintos frijoles divine
They’re fried in lard
A pants seat bard
That odor wafting near is mine

Hiya Danik. Thanks. It’s good to be back and good to “hear” you as well. Also you’re right, so I’ll start.

***Spoiler Alert***

The main character, Lester Ballard, is a miscreant. Or rather he...

Whenever I think I’m starting to feel a little too comfortable I’ll read a Cormac McCarthy novel. Then for the next month or so I’m all jumpy, walking around with a furled brow, looking at people I...

How about - Post Office, by Charles Bukowski

For how much longer do we have to suffer this fool?

Lady decides to help out a local homeless guy
Buys a couple gallons of paint
Tells the guy she’ll pay him 100 dollars to paint her porch
Guy says - okay
Guy heads around back with paint, brushes,...

Well done, Sandy!

Excellent post. I enjoyed it immensely.

^ ZING hahahah

I once I knew a fellow named Knute
Who went to a house of ill repute
He was nervous and tense
Anxious to commence
But bounced when he found he had no loot

I once knew a gal from Tucumcari
Between the sheets she was awfully scary
She scratched my itch
Raised a fever pitch
And nearly gave me a coronary

Far Out, Man.

For some strange reason the direction of this thread has made this song lyric pop into my head:
(Or should I say, for some long strange reason)



https://youtu.be/q6SE4g8yYRA ...

There once was a fellow named Floyd
Whose diet was fiber devoid
He grunted and strained
His bowel constrained
And so begat a colossal ‘roid

There once was a fellow named Wenner
Who fancied himself a fine tenor
He sang while he talked
And danced while he walked
But musically was a bit off-center

I once knew a señorita
And she was muy bonita
Laughed at my jokes
No need to coax
Now she’s my mejor amiga

So the senator’s a little handsy
May have thought himself manly
But he was confused
The lady accused
And I always thought he’s a pansy

^Ha! Close enough for government work, eh?

Yesterday the turkey was roasting
And family at the house hosting
Now we’re off to the mall
Then a little football
With the meal in the tank...

There once was a dude from L.A.
Who claimed he’s an Indian Brave
Said call me Tonto
But then his Aunt Flo
Said everyone knows him as Dave

(I love this thread. I’m not any good at it, but I do...

A tall horse colored chestnut
Pilgrim astride riding there but,
Upon him came sneakin’
One last Mohican
Intent on giving a haircut

^yuk yuk yuk

There was a young pilgrim named Buffet
Who went to the isle of Nantucket
Dined with Algonquian
And some of their kin
All while his horse ate from a bucket


(Not sure how...