For no particular reason I remembered MR's version of [first name omitted] Downing's adventure is ripping one.
Picture this: the old stand alone high school chairs with the right arm slab on which to write. It's bare metal frame holds nearly any reasonable weight, but not dimensions. Downing was not the slimmest person, so fitting in was difficult anyway. Apparently he had to let one go, but rather than letting it squeak by naturally or quietly, he gripped the slab with both hands and shook it like a paint shaker. I'm not sure how this helped the escape of the gas, but it was funny to see. The sight alone was memorable, but the punctuating sound (s) were memorable too. Most people scooted away, of course. I believe MR tells us the sound was, "FWANHK!"
That would be a dusk with a balloon in its mouth, for imagry or understanding.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Violent shaking!
Posted by Marcus at 10:12 PM 0 comments
It's a clunker!
My car is a junky looking piece of metal. Still, Charlie gets in, riding in the backseat and says, "Cool car [my first name]."
Wow! I never knew my car was cool. Charlie makes it that way!
Posted by Marcus at 10:10 PM 0 comments
What I'll miss when I surrender
Some others would call it retire, I would say surrender. While I have good and bad days, I have this ... a reminder that a person impacts people whether they want to or not. Thanks Donnie for reminding me!
Posted by Marcus at 9:30 AM 3 comments
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