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Date: | Tue, 31 Aug 1999 21:34:36 EDT |
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Well, here's Chris parading his sensitivity again, with stories of the
ancients, weeping publicly over poetry and the valiant deeds of
our/his/somebody's ancestors. Isn't there a law against Public Displays of
Dejection? In addition to which, he's no longer Mr. Macho Double Hung, but
instead "Ball Turret Gunner." What's next, "Call me Needledick" to
paraphrase Herbert Melville?
One can only surmise that he's desperately trying to impress the chicks so he
can get laid. Well, forget it, Chris. That didn't work in Junior High (not
for me, anyway), and it ain't gonna work now. Besides which, you're married
(I know whereof I speak on this one); that's how you got the insufficiently
fenestrated house on Marvin's Vineyard, or Garden, or wherever it is,
remember?
Ralph
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