Sunday, August 15

under the table

At the deifheid dinner, I drank a bit, then as my eyes were glazing over under the relentless dinner table conversation, I made my move. Under the pretext of leaning over to stroke their sleeping dog, I disappeared under the table, where I was able to lie down and wait till someone suggested going home. For me to suggest leaving, I learned long ago, would have been terribly rude, but when anyone else decides to go home, well that's normal and appropriate.
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  1. Hotboy17 August 2010 at 08:23

    Albert? Why aren't any of the folk you have to meet with at all interesting? You should start buying drugs and ask them if they'd like a snort of Charlie before the pudding. That's what I would do if I had your nazi gold and was in the downunders. Bourgeois straights are the death of good times. Why did you revert to this fungpigs? When I revert to my working class roots, at least I expect to get a good kicking! Hope this helps, but it won't. Hotboy p.s. All of the evil bourgeois are like that. Hopelessly, totally straight and basically bourgeois, grossly stupid and completely uninteresting. You should have asked the dog for a dance. You need moi at these parties! Send me a plane ticket toute suite!

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  2. rob17 August 2010 at 09:21

    Hotters. I'm rereading on ipod, yet again, The Real Alma Mater. Since the cellmate laughed all the way through it, I decided maybe it wasn't of the psychonightmare genre after all. It's actually very funny.

    Of course if I wrote my version of it, it wouldn't be.

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  3. rob17 August 2010 at 09:24

    PS - people who knew RaBlissBlog could still track you down at RaBloggy as it's under the same user ID. Are you sure you want that? Didn't you move to rajujublog to avoid that? Dearie me.

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  4. Hotboy17 August 2010 at 19:13

    Albert? I've never tried to sell Alma Mater in that version. Just as well. Nobody would have bought it and I can't think what's funny about it either. Ion thought it was funny till everyone started dying. Hotboy

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  5. Hotboy17 August 2010 at 21:56

    Albert? Thanks for putting a review into Amazon for Ancient Futures. It was a very good review considering you haven't read it. Obviously, it must have sold millions of copies by this time. I'll clean up, so I will!! Hotboy

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  6. Anonymous17 August 2010 at 22:42

    I say!

    The Big Jambo used to do that. One minute he'd be playing Indian Poker, the next he'd be flat out under the table, snoring his head off.

    MM III

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  7. rob19 August 2010 at 16:56

    Mingers, I happen to know that "Jambo" means hello in Swahili. What's Swahili for Long Goodbye. That could be me. It all balances up.

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