To: perfect stranger
Some one was bound to define the bounds of verbiage and forget the adjective of how one can become bound to a line of thought as if someone had bound their brain with the pejorative shackles of the mind.
But on the out bound of the bourne we are held to this earth from whence we came.
Is that out of bounds?
posted on 11/12/2010 7:11:36 PM PST
(Don't take life so seriously... You'll never live through it.)
To: Vendome; Lazamataz
The old prof ran screaming from his lab. "Flies can hear! I can prove it."
Everyone gathered to watch.
The prof released a captive fly with the words. "Fly, fly!"
And the fly flew.
He recaptured the fly and cut off its wings. He released it again shouting, "Fly, fly!"
But the fly fell.
"SEE!" he shouted. "When you cut off their wings, they go deaf!"
I know. I know...
posted on 11/12/2010 7:52:17 PM PST
(Farrago fatigans! - Thuffering thuccotash!)
posted on 11/12/2010 9:16:12 PM PST
(The good ol' US of A: 57 state laboratories for the future.)
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