"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

the diabetic at baskin robbins...

grab a spoon, joey says... hmmm... but you've already picked your ice cream, and a spoon. what's a guy to do? then joey adds, it's like your saying there's only one flavor of ice cream... he's retarded, yet makes a point. go figure! (this is jibberish, yes?) when you're at a store, shop, or boutique, if you may... do you get a particularly designed shirt in different colors? well, rarely... and yet, the idea is a conundrum... unless the rebecca bloomwood gene runs in your double helix, you, like almost everyone else will pick a particularly designed shirt, in only one particular color; one that suits you best. so why are there some people who get a shirt in different colors? paris hilton does... and then there's lindsay lohan. celebrities... alas! the pure parallelism of it all. with me so far? hehehe! what if i were to tell you, that you can have everything you want... but you may not. see what i mean? this falls under the category of, so near yet so far. and, as samantha jones puts it perfectly, it's like a diabetic making a trip to baskin robbins! straight woman in a bar full of cute, hunky, ripped gay men...

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