Thursday, June 17, 2010
SB's Kind of Eulogy
Bill was not a rich man. He was not a proud man. He was not a successful man. Nor was he especially attractive, articulate, or even remotely respected. Neither was he particularly well-liked or hygienic. So I suppose, what I'm really trying to say is... there's cake back at the house and if we hurry, we can probably catch the second half of the Bulls game.
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7 comments:
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I'm just looking at that couple guffawing at the surprised-looking squirrel
did you know German squirrels are red?
we used to have red squirrels here too. the storybooks of my childhood were full of them
but some berk brought over grey ones from Canada as "adorable pets" and of course they escaped and there's nary a red squirrel left on these here isles...
actually what am I saying. IsleS, yes. Main island, no
grey squirrels ain't that good at swimming
they love the conker tree at the end of my road though
Good eulogy.
If you have not seen Schizopolis directed by Soderbergh, please do so... You will dig it.
Perhaps Bill attracted humorous friends.
Best eulogy ever!! You gotta give points for honesty.
PF,
No babe, haven't seen that one. I will try and catch it.
Love,
SB
Sandra,
I think so.
Thanks for reading me!
Melly Mel,
Yes, you do.
Love you mucho!
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