FOLDED FIELDS
Quiet takes back her folded fields. – James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Quiet takes back her folded fields. – James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
The poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks try to gate-crash the snobby high society dance.
1. The Bob Hope Way: My doctor gave me some pills to cure my insomnia. They work okay, I guess, but now I dream I can’t get to sleep. 2. The Rodney Dangerfield Way: I got it rough every night, I tell ya. I keep dreaming I can’t get to sleep. 3. The Steven Wright […]
Sassafrass Finn removed the final tumbleweed from his longjohns and tossed it away. ‘Don’t that beat all?’ he said to his partner, Mo Fledge. ‘Tumbleweeds thicker ‘n a barn full of sweetowls ’round here, ain’t it.’ Fledge grunted, absorbed as he was in removing his own plague of troublesome tumbleweeds from his hat, boots, shirt […]
If you knew Susie like Eddie knew Susie, you’d look at her like that, too.
Eddie has just seen: a. the light. b. Edgar Bergen modeling the first bikini. c. Al Capone enter the studio with a smile and a Thompson submachine gun. d. Susie.