I'm training my computer to listen to me. This is what it thinks it heard me say. It has a Joycean feel (James, not Poller).
He he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he likes to provide for your way to the IAAF walking the dog while I do a little bit of observation well yes they are if they face of a very hairy and yes they are a lot walk along the way of a knowledge if he or was that he or he or he admitted he was for you like to note also the dog seems to have a preference for you if you will they definitely have a preference for poison ivy will ever do to them from you and I know that I take an uninterested I felt very large guy he was born after the diameter you please see your side there is a they are a letter is for five with a quick is a somewhat rotten if please you may result on the level of the ground NOAA to you are on a path while we are
I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes
See what I mean.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Friday, September 07, 2012
Eat Your Greens, Gentlemen
"Let me tell you now, there's no way your going to get the contract, but that is a very nice salad. Thanks for the dinner, let's eat. Better luck next time." he said diving into the iceberg wedge freshly set in front of him.
They both took two bites and fell face first into their salads. Not dead, but not quite alive either. The staff worked quickly to move both men into the pods in the kitchen, then hustled them into a panel van, whisked to them to airport. Onto a cargo plane they went, and off to Ciudad Juarez. From there they were trans-shipped in another plane, one with an odd design. At 40,000 feet they entered a tracon blind spot over the desert. The "plane" reared back on its tail like an angry mule trying to buck off a rider. And then, the unearthly propulsion glowed an odd color of orange. In an instant, it was gone. On board, the two men were placed at a table in an identical restaurant. Well, the view was different. Someone or something had removed dressing and bacon from their faces where they had fallen. There were fresh salads in front of them. They looked at the door as the waiter came in with their steaks. Of course they noticed first that the waiter was green and moved by means of a three foot diameter keratin wheel instead of legs. As he set the steaks in front of them he said, "Gentlemen, you're in for quite a ride..."
They both took two bites and fell face first into their salads. Not dead, but not quite alive either. The staff worked quickly to move both men into the pods in the kitchen, then hustled them into a panel van, whisked to them to airport. Onto a cargo plane they went, and off to Ciudad Juarez. From there they were trans-shipped in another plane, one with an odd design. At 40,000 feet they entered a tracon blind spot over the desert. The "plane" reared back on its tail like an angry mule trying to buck off a rider. And then, the unearthly propulsion glowed an odd color of orange. In an instant, it was gone. On board, the two men were placed at a table in an identical restaurant. Well, the view was different. Someone or something had removed dressing and bacon from their faces where they had fallen. There were fresh salads in front of them. They looked at the door as the waiter came in with their steaks. Of course they noticed first that the waiter was green and moved by means of a three foot diameter keratin wheel instead of legs. As he set the steaks in front of them he said, "Gentlemen, you're in for quite a ride..."
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