Well, since they're soft, strictly decorative novelty shoes for babies who are still crawling – that is, since the stiletto heels are NOT FUNCTIONAL, FOLKS – I say, why not? I'm always up for comical baby clothes.
GentlyFeral
i was emailed this story by my expectant cousin.....(who really want the entire collection for her little girl due in dec.).
http://www.heelarious.com/index.php.
when you think babies, you think nappies, bibs and plastic bottles.
Well, since they're soft, strictly decorative novelty shoes for babies who are still crawling – that is, since the stiletto heels are NOT FUNCTIONAL, FOLKS – I say, why not? I'm always up for comical baby clothes.
GentlyFeral
since joining this board, i've had many laughs while reading some of the un-theocratic terms some fellow posters use.
here is a list of some of my favorites:
dubs, dubdom, kingdumb hall, kingdummies, witchtower, watchtower fable and crap society, bet-hell, the borganization, the witless, the district overbeer, governing boobs, circuit overlords, the botchtower,
gently feral
labor day, i'm at the supermarket picking up some ribs and stuff cuz hubby wants to fire up the grill and i see some english peas which reminds me of the screamin peas my mother makes (so good you'll want to slap your mama a few times).
i call my mother to get her recipe for the peas and my father picks up the phone.
we exchange pleasantries during which my father asks how the kids are doing.
Sorry your daddy got up your nose, Josie. But from the title of your thread (which I read as "oo-oo-oo-ook!" not "oh.......kay!"), I thought you'd been reading Terry Pratchett – which might be just what you need to cheer you up again. Wait till after dinner, though. :)
GentlyFeral
ok. here is another question about the golden calf story.. just suppose this is some sort of allegory or symbolic message.
why would they choose a calf as opposed to a bull or a cow?.
a bull, i could understand.
Leolaia recommends:
- YAHWEH AND THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF CANAAN by John Day
- THE EARLY HISTORY OF GOD by Mark Smith
Thanks, Leolaia – these are both on my booklist now.
gently feral
i used to live with many regrets, thinking that i'd screwed up.
recently, i've been thinking that regretting past actions is not constructive.
sure, we should base our current actions by assessing the results of our former actions, but regretting decisions we've made is, in effect, yearning to change the person we are now or rejecting ourselves.
I'd be a fool not to change my life.It would mean I'd learned nothing at all about life.
- I'd get a damned fine education, for one thing. I'd save money and invest it wisely.
- I'd travel and meet diverse people in different cultures.
- I'd learn languages early on.
- I'd take music lessons.
- I would delay marriage until my forties when I had some sense and life experience.
What Terry said, but I got the marriage thing right on the first try, so I'd keep that.
gently feral
mine.... .
how do you know she's a witch?
well, she turned me into a newt!......
BurnTheShips recommends:
Monty Python: marching up and down the square
That reminds me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_iH1GhM2j8
CLOSE ORDER SWANNING ABOUT
mine.... .
how do you know she's a witch?
well, she turned me into a newt!......
And finally:
mine.... .
how do you know she's a witch?
well, she turned me into a newt!......
Standing on the doorstep is a man with a Nordic accent in female national costume. He has a tray labeled 'Icelandic Honey Week'
Man: A strong hive of bees contains approximately 75,000 bees. Each honey bee must make 154 trips to collect one teaspoon of honey. Hello, sir.
Dad: What do you want?
Man: Would you like to buy some of our honey, sir?
Mother: What you doing in here?
Man: Which would you like, the Californian Orange Blossom, the Mexican, the New Zealand, or the Scottish Heather?
Mother: He can't eat honey. It makes him go plop plops.
Man: Come on, please try some.
Dad: All right I'll have some Icelandic Honey.
Man: No, there is no such thing.
Dad: You mean you don't make any honey at all?
Man: No, no, we must import it all. Every bally drop. We are a gloomy people. It's so crikey cold and dark up there, and only fish to eat. Fish and imported honey. Oh strewth!
Mother: Well why do you have a week?
Man: Listen Buster! In Reykyavik it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat. Administrative errors are bound to occur in enormous quantities. Look at this - it's all a mistake. It's a real pain in the sphincter! Icelandic Honey Week? My Life!
Mother: Well why do you come in here trying to flog the stuff, then?
Man: Listen Cowboy. I got a job to do. It's a stupid, pointless job but at least it keeps me away from Iceland, all right? The leg of the worker bee has...
They slam the door on him.
mine.... .
how do you know she's a witch?
well, she turned me into a newt!......
Customer:
Hello, I would like to buy a fish license, please.
Shopkeeper:
A what?
Customer:
A license for my pet fish, Eric.
Shopkeeper:
How did you know my name was Eric?
Customer:
No no no, my fish's name is Eric, Eric the fish. He's an halibut.
Shopkeeper:
What?
Customer:
He is...an...halibut.
Shopkeeper:
You've got a pet halibut?
Customer:
Yes. I chose him out of thousands. I didn't like the others, they were all too flat.
Shopkeeper:
You must be a looney.
Customer:
I am not a looney! Why should I be tied with the epithet looney merely because I have a pet halibut? I've heard tell that Sir Gerald Nabardo has a pet prawn called Simon and you wouldn't call him a looney; furthermore, Dawn Pailthorpe, the lady show-jumper, had a clam, called Stafford, after the late Chancellor, Allan Bullock has two pikes, both called Chris, and Marcel Proust had an haddock! So, if you're calling the author of 'A la recherche du temps perdu' a looney, I shall have to ask you to step outside!
Shopkeeper:
Alright, alright, alright. A license.
Customer:
Yes.
Shopkeeper:
For a fish.
Customer:
Yes.
Shopkeeper:
You are a looney.
Customer:
Look, it's a bleeding pet, isn't it? I've got a license for me pet dog Eric, and I've got a license for me pet cat Eric...
Shopkeeper:
You don't need a license for your cat.
Customer:
I bleeding well do and I got one. He can't be called Eric without it--
Shopkeeper:
There's no such thing as a bloody cat license.
Customer:
Yes there is!
Shopkeeper:
Isn't!
Customer:
Is!
Shopkeeper:
Isn't!
Customer:
I bleeding got one, look! What's that then?
Shopkeeper:
This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out and 'cat' written in in crayon.
Customer:
The man didn't have the right form.
Shopkeeper:
What man?
Customer:
The man from the cat detector van.
Shopkeeper:
The looney detector van, you mean.
Customer:
Look, it's people like you what cause unrest.
Shopkeeper:
What cat detector van?
Customer:
The cat detector van from the Ministry of Housinge.
Shopkeeper:
Housinge?
Customer:
It was spelt like that on the van. I'm very observant!. I never seen so many bleeding aerials. The man said that their equipment could pinpoint a purr at four hundred yards! And Eric, being such a happy cat, was a piece of cake.
Shopkeeper:
How much did you pay for this?
Customer:
Sixty quid, and eight for the fruit-bat.
Shopkeeper:
What fruit-bat?
Customer:
Eric the fruit-bat.
Shopkeeper:
Are all your pets called Eric?
Customer:
There's nothing so odd about that: Kemal Ataturk had an entire menagerie called Abdul!
Shopkeeper:
No he didn't!
Customer:
Did!
Shopkeeper:
Didn't!
Customer:
Did, did, did, did, did and did!
Shopkeeper:
Oh, all right.
Customer:
Spoken like a gentleman, sir. Now, are you going to give me a fish license?
Shopkeeper:
I promise you that there is no such thing. You don't need one.
Customer:
In that case, give me a bee license.
Shopkeeper:
A license for your pet bee?
Customer:
Yes.
Shopkeeper:
Called Eric? Eric the Bee?
Customer:
No.
Shopkeeper:
No?
Customer:
No, Eric the Half-Bee. He had an accident.
Shopkeeper:
You're off your chump.
Customer:
Look, if you intend by that utilization of an obscure colloquiallism to imply that my sanity is not up to scratch, or indeed to deny the semi-existence of my little chum Eric the Half-Bee, I shall have to ask you to listen to this! Take it away, Eric the orchestra leader!.......
A one... two.... A one.. two.. three..four...
[piano intro]
Half a bee, philosophically, must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half the bee
has got to be,
vis a vis
its entity - do you see?
But can a bee
be said to be
or not to be
an entire bee
when half the bee
is not a bee
due to some ancient injury?
Singing...
La dee dee, 1 2 3,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
half asleep upon my knee,
some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric the half a bee.
Fiddle dee dum,
Fiddle dee dee,
Eric the half bee.
Ho ho ho,
Tee hee hee,
Eric the half a bee.
I love this hive employee-ee-ee
[with buzzing in background]
bisected accidentally
one summer afternoon by me
I love him carnally.
He loves him carnally... [together]
...semi-carnally
[spoken]
The end
'Cyril Connelly?'
No! 'Semi-carnally'
Oh!
what is the book you liked the least studying at the bookstudy?
for me it was the isaiah books.
side question which book did you like the best?
Dismembered,
Mankinds Search For God [was] one of the books I was anxious to study, but watchtower never did schedule that one for bookstudy. Now I'm out what'll I do?
Read one of the following books instead: