I have been assuming, for quite some time now, that I was in the company of fairly sane, intelligent people.
I am begining to suspect that some of you are totally bonkers.
Well...I'm just thankful that I have MY wits about me! I keep them in a backpack strapped to my chest. I know, I know...most people wear backpacks on their backs. They use their packs to carry things so that they can go about, following paths, frighting little animals, confronting Gaia, live to tell about it, perhaps even write a book.
MY pack, containing my wits, is worn on my chest. Ah! There is nothing like opening that flap and inhaling my own wit on a warm summer afternoon. Nothing, that is, except a cold beer...As I said...I DO have my wits about me.
― Zen Clown, Friday, 16 September 2005 02:10 (nineteen years ago)
I DO admire him. I don't know that he is a "shining wit" though.
I can't critical though. He has been Wu-d and I am merely a whining shit.
― Zen Clown, Friday, 16 September 2005 23:33 (nineteen years ago)
two months pass...
I don't have a clue what you lot are talking about, but I do find it incredibly boring to read about.
― Justen, Thursday, 24 November 2005 14:13 (nineteen years ago)
These are "inside" jokes, Justen.
Hang around. It gets worse.
― Zen Clown, Thursday, 24 November 2005 22:49 (nineteen years ago)