Minneserenity
23rd August 2006, 09:14 AM
So sayeth the great philosopher:
Any man, in the right situation, is capable of murder. But not any man is capable of being a good camper. So, murder and camping are not as similar as you might think.
As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.
I think there probably should be a rule that if you're talking about how many loaves of bread a bullet will go through, it's understood that you mean lengthwise loaves. Otherwise, it makes no sense.
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man
It's funny that pirates were always going around searching for treasure, and they never realized that the real treasure was the fond memories they were creating.
If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose.
If I had a mine shaft, I don't think I would just abandon it. There's got to be a better way.
If someone told me it wasn't "fashionable" to talk about freedom, I think I'd just have to look him square in the eye and say, "Okay, YOU TELL ME what's `fashionable'." But he won't. And you know why? Because you can't ask someone what's fashionable in a smart-alecky way like that. You have to be friendly and say, "By the way, what's fashionable?"
Instead of putting a quarter under a kid's pillow, how about a pinecone? That way, he learns that "wishing" isn't going to save out national forests.
I guess the hard thing for a lot of people to accept is why God would allow me to go running through their yards, yelling and spinning around.
I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed that I'd quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway.
Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail.
Love is not something you can put chains on and throw into a lake. That's called Houdini. Love is liking someone a lot.
Like jewels in a crown, the precious stones glittered in the queen's round metal hat.
Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
QUIZ: If I am my brother's brother, who am I? (Answer: me.)
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmm, boy.
What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never know.
Whenever someone asks me to define love, I usually think for a minute, then I spin around and pin the guy's arm behind his back. Now who's asking the questions?
We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.
Enjoy,
M.
Any man, in the right situation, is capable of murder. But not any man is capable of being a good camper. So, murder and camping are not as similar as you might think.
As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.
I think there probably should be a rule that if you're talking about how many loaves of bread a bullet will go through, it's understood that you mean lengthwise loaves. Otherwise, it makes no sense.
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man
It's funny that pirates were always going around searching for treasure, and they never realized that the real treasure was the fond memories they were creating.
If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose.
If I had a mine shaft, I don't think I would just abandon it. There's got to be a better way.
If someone told me it wasn't "fashionable" to talk about freedom, I think I'd just have to look him square in the eye and say, "Okay, YOU TELL ME what's `fashionable'." But he won't. And you know why? Because you can't ask someone what's fashionable in a smart-alecky way like that. You have to be friendly and say, "By the way, what's fashionable?"
Instead of putting a quarter under a kid's pillow, how about a pinecone? That way, he learns that "wishing" isn't going to save out national forests.
I guess the hard thing for a lot of people to accept is why God would allow me to go running through their yards, yelling and spinning around.
I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed that I'd quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway.
Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail.
Love is not something you can put chains on and throw into a lake. That's called Houdini. Love is liking someone a lot.
Like jewels in a crown, the precious stones glittered in the queen's round metal hat.
Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
QUIZ: If I am my brother's brother, who am I? (Answer: me.)
The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.
When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmm, boy.
What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never know.
Whenever someone asks me to define love, I usually think for a minute, then I spin around and pin the guy's arm behind his back. Now who's asking the questions?
We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.
Enjoy,
M.