A couple of times recently I have noticed how many conversational lines I regurgitate.
Barman:"Yeah?"
Snorks:"A schooner of New, a schooner of Resch's."
Barman:"We don't have New here."
Well of course not, it's a Carlton Pub.
R:"How are you?"
My emotional nerves are stripped raw, I am being stretched intellectually in all directions and physically lethargic. I am still not singing. The music is silent, no release to be gained from dancing...
Snorks:"Good."
Sometimes I think it would help if I could purchase a planet with 38 hour days, circa "Hitchhikers Guide". You know, 8 hours sleep then 30 hours to do everything for the day.
Can someone specify the balancing valve I need?
Barman:"Yeah?"
Snorks:"A schooner of New, a schooner of Resch's."
Barman:"We don't have New here."
Well of course not, it's a Carlton Pub.
R:"How are you?"
My emotional nerves are stripped raw, I am being stretched intellectually in all directions and physically lethargic. I am still not singing. The music is silent, no release to be gained from dancing...
Snorks:"Good."
Sometimes I think it would help if I could purchase a planet with 38 hour days, circa "Hitchhikers Guide". You know, 8 hours sleep then 30 hours to do everything for the day.
Can someone specify the balancing valve I need?
posted by snorks at 4:53 pm
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