so it took me days but I finally found where I'd heard that before. I was in grad school and saw a folk singer, Mike Cross, who did a song basically like this.Son: "Daddy, I fell in love and want to date this awesome girl." Father: "That's great, son! Who is she?" Son: "It's Sandra, the neighbor's daughter."
Father: "Ohhh, I wish you hadn't said that. I have to tell you something, son, but you must promise
not to tell your mother. Sandra is actually your sister."
The boy is naturally bummed out, but a couple of months later:
Son: "Daddy, I fell in love again and she is even hotter!"
Father: "That's great, son! Who is she?"
Son: "It's Angela, the other neighbor's daughter."
Father: "Ohhh, I wish you hadn't said that. Angela is also your sister."
This went on a few more times, and finally the son was so mad, he went straight to his mother crying.
Son: "Mom, I am so mad at dad! I fell in love with six girls and I can't date any of them because dad is their father!"
The mother hugs him affectionately and says, "You can date whoever you want. He isn't your father!"
Samuel Beckett: It's February 30th, and the glass is Waiting for Godot.
Godot. Not Bardo, or her more contemporary counterpart. Poor young'uns today don't know what they missed with Bridgette, Marilyn, Jayne, et. al., in the 50s & 60s. Oh, to be an adolescent prepubescent boy again!
A lot of movie posters from those days could never be hung in a theatre lobby today
It's a two-ply pair of pliers. Say that out loud.
It's what in Texas we call 1/2 a toolbox. It's just missing duck tape and wahr... (duct tape and wire, in yankee-ese).
I'm from TN; it's "Wye-uhr".It's what in Texas we call 1/2 a toolbox. It's just missing duck tape and wahr... (duct tape and wire, in yankee-ese).
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