PORCH CHAIR SKELETON
I've always harbored a secret desire to be known as irrepressible. But I'm becoming resigned to consigning "irrepressible" to the dustbin of lively adjectives that will never be applied to me, such as "chirpy". Actually, I'm glad about that one. Apparently I am quite repressible, even unto the nth degree. And by the way, when are the theoretical mathematicians going to announce the numerical value for "nth", so we can retire this tired term? Can't they find a few moments in between bouts of shooting string theories at each other? By another way, the most interesting thing I heard on the news shows this morning was that Soupy Sales died. Also, Kerry Dougherty gives him an eloquent send-off in this morning's paper.
Sparky Donatello
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Well I think your drawing is irrepressible
Maybe that makes you irrepressible? If you are what you draw. But I guess pondering on that one for too long might not be wise. Who wants to be a porch chair skeleton? ;)
Or worse! Much, much worse!
Yes, Mr. Irrepressible Wally, you are just looking for trouble. There is room there for more than six milking cows' head stalls.
It was already suggestive enough for the children to see all those doctor shows on TV.
Soupy was from Franklinton, N.C. Imagine.
I believe MM should be banned from this blog or spoken to harshly.
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