Don't forget the booze Virgil.Originally Posted by Virgil
And what's wrong with that? Scantily clad women are all there really is to life.
Don't forget the booze Virgil.And what's wrong with that? Scantily clad women are all there really is to life.
And pork scratchings..
Don't forget good cigars and sport (or did we cover sport with women?)
Ok, you're all right, though I have no idea what pork scratchings are.Don't forget good cigars and sport (or did we cover sport with women?)
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Deep-fried pork rind. Cooked until it's puffed and crunchy, then salted.Ok, you're all right, though I have no idea what pork scratchings are.
A favourite of cardiac surgeons, with pork scratchings being 100% saturated fat and salt! No carbs.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
We call that 'chicharon' here...
CARPE DIEM! Seize the day! Make your lives extraordinary!
-Dead Poets' Society
I SWEAR, BY MY LIFE AND MY LOVE OF IT, THAT I WILL NEVER LIVE FOR THE SAKE OF ANOTHER MAN, NOR ASK ANOTHER MAN TO LIVE FOR MINE.
- John Galt, Atlas Shrugged
We do that for our own entertainment...our way to celebrate our inner goddesses. If guys happen to be present, that's fine by us, all in the spirit of sharingNow the real question is why women decide to be so scantily clad for our entertainment?
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Sounds more like your inner narcissist. By whatever name, though, it's a great thing.
"Par instants je suis le Pauvre Navire
[...] Par instants je meurs la mort du Pecheur
[...] O mais! par instants"
--"Birds in the Night" by Paul Verlaine (1844-1896). Join the discussion here: http://www.online-literature.com/for...5&goto=newpost
hmmm not the same. "narcissist" is self admiration, "goddess" is more like self liberating. Whole different feeling.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
You make much finer distinctions with your appearance and clothes than I do. Usually, I'm not considering whether an outfit is about admiration or liberation. Most often, it's just a matter of clean or not clean, new or threadbare. Sometimes my thoughts range as high as whether something fits, but most of the time it's pretty low-order thinking.
Speaking of low-order thinking, how did we get onto scantily clad women as a topic?
"Par instants je suis le Pauvre Navire
[...] Par instants je meurs la mort du Pecheur
[...] O mais! par instants"
--"Birds in the Night" by Paul Verlaine (1844-1896). Join the discussion here: http://www.online-literature.com/for...5&goto=newpost
yeah, we gals think differently. Clothes don't cover us. It reveals us and sets us free.
how we got into the subject is when I was poking around New Posts and clicked on something and back arrow'd a page or two, saw Virgil's bikini babes and just felt like commenting (more like clarifying). It's late, I can't sleep and just found myself here. Please don't mind me....
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
I could use a cold beer.
Told by a fool, signifying nothing.
Somehow I'm not surprised.
"Par instants je suis le Pauvre Navire
[...] Par instants je meurs la mort du Pecheur
[...] O mais! par instants"
--"Birds in the Night" by Paul Verlaine (1844-1896). Join the discussion here: http://www.online-literature.com/for...5&goto=newpost
I'm not sure how high of life MIller HIgh Life is, but it'll have to do... good thing I have Bushmills as a chaser.
Told by a fool, signifying nothing.
Maybe you should chase it with kool-aid
I never go into this thread, and now that I did I really had nothing interesting to offer. Boredom... meh....
oh and if you want to see scantily clad women, you should all come to where I live... in the summer it is quite the sight
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
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