Tom -- Way to make a stand, big guy. "He might be right. Unless he's wrong. Tough to tell." Courageous!
I look forward to: Tom on school vouchers:"They might be good. Unless they're bad. Too close to call." Tom on The Low-Carb Diet fad: "It might work. Unless it does not. One cannot be certain." Tom on "Eenie-meenie-miney-moe" versus "My mother, your mother": "One's probably better. "Unless the other one is. How can you know."
Big Tent -- Where the people go for wishy washy opinions.
Whoa there big fella, don't take your frustrations about the Red Sox out on me. All I'm saying is that they have the talent to go on a tear if they play hard, but losing by twenty to the land of my peoples is not a good sign.
As my grandfather used to say (I swear to God): "I'm either gonna live, or I'm gonna die." So true. So true.
But if that doesn't work for you, here's a decisive statement from the Big Tent: Derek smells so bad that a book that sat in his house for a couple of months before he gave it to me four years ago still smells like a brothel on top of a slaughterhouse.
Yeah -- it smells like chicks and meat. What's the problem with that, exactly? Those are two things I value very much and am glad they pervaded the odor of Chez Catsam on West Union Street back in the day. Sigh. I miss those days . . .
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Tom --
Way to make a stand, big guy. "He might be right. Unless he's wrong. Tough to tell." Courageous!
I look forward to:
Tom on school vouchers:"They might be good. Unless they're bad. Too close to call."
Tom on The Low-Carb Diet fad: "It might work. Unless it does not. One cannot be certain."
Tom on "Eenie-meenie-miney-moe" versus "My mother, your mother": "One's probably better. "Unless the other one is. How can you know."
Big Tent -- Where the people go for wishy washy opinions.
dc
Whoa there big fella, don't take your frustrations about the Red Sox out on me. All I'm saying is that they have the talent to go on a tear if they play hard, but losing by twenty to the land of my peoples is not a good sign.
As my grandfather used to say (I swear to God): "I'm either gonna live, or I'm gonna die." So true. So true.
But if that doesn't work for you, here's a decisive statement from the Big Tent: Derek smells so bad that a book that sat in his house for a couple of months before he gave it to me four years ago still smells like a brothel on top of a slaughterhouse.
Derek, I just smelled the book that Tom was talking about, and, um, I concur.
--The Wife
Yeah -- it smells like chicks and meat. What's the problem with that, exactly? Those are two things I value very much and am glad they pervaded the odor of Chez Catsam on West Union Street back in the day. Sigh. I miss those days . . .
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