A Thread About Nothing...

[gomezcat]

Originally Posted by Mike the Brit

Excellent! I am glad to hear that you have prepared yourself spiritually to make a meaningless contribution to this pointless thread.

Reading my submission in hindsight, it was a shining example of drivel. The sun is out here. It still feels quite cold, but then it is 8am and I haven't dressed yet.

[Terry Glenn is a cowgirl]

Cornocopia

porno view

Cornholio

Teepee zoo

[Clonamery]

Originally Posted by Terry Glenn is a cowgirl

Cornocopia

porno view

Cornholio

Teepee zoo

Is this what you mean:

"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo....." (TS Eliot)

[Mike the Brit]

Originally Posted by Clonamery

Is this what you mean:

"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo....." (TS Eliot)

"Oh! Oh, Antonio!
You left me on my own-ee-o..."

[Clonamery]

Originally Posted by Mike the Brit

"Oh! Oh, Antonio!
You left me on my own-ee-o..."

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

(R. Frost)

[Mike the Brit]

"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away."

(Anon.)

[Clonamery]

Originally Posted by Mike the Brit

"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away."

(Anon.)

Anonymous? Coulda sworn it was Bacon................

[Mike the Brit]

Shame on you. You made me go and check -- that's not nothing, sir! According to Wikipedia, the poem is attributed to William Hughes Means. Who is also the author of this poem about nothing:

As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn't there,
Nor legs nor back, but I just sat,
Ignoring little things like that.

I think that we all have days like that, don't we?

[Clonamery]

Originally Posted by Mike the Brit

Shame on you. You made me go and check -- that's not nothing, sir! According to Wikipedia, the poem is attributed to William Hughes Means. Who is also the author of this poem about nothing:

As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn't there,
Nor legs nor back, but I just sat,
Ignoring little things like that.

I think that we all have days like that, don't we?

Yes, days like that with many more to come.

(Bacon's nothing to me.........that I can prove.)

[Mike the Brit]

Originally Posted by Clonamery

(Bacon's nothing to me.........that I can prove.)

Fredo is nothing to me