one word: event
Shall we sally or would you rather the alley, the way past your prime, the over and out of your basted ego, your simple inference the way out of any way but up or down. This seems the best way to beat the heat.
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posted by murat11 at 6:16 PM
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I like "basted ego," and "your simple inference the way out of any way but up or down." But I'm not sure how this fits with event. Cool words that beat the heat.
Teresa: Nor I. The first thing that rolled as soon as I saw the word "event" were the lyrics sneaking through the alley with Sally...I suppose they were leaving the event.
I wondered about that. Maybe groupies sneaking out the backstage alley door with the stuck-up lead singer of the band.
Philosophical bass player probably sauntering down the other way with (long tall or Mustang) Sally. Not much sneaking necessary at that point.
Unless they're avoiding paparazzi... (and are all bass players philophical?)
Paparazzi-phobes, no doubt. As to the philosophical - or non-philosophical - nature of bass players, sounds like you have compelling evidence. I guess Sting's a mighty small sample. Ron Carter, Charlie Mingus, Stanley Clarke - indubitably.
Well, you know it ain’t easy for them old broads, ‘cause all their good shit’s falling off fast and that don’t leave ‘em with much else but to bitch and moan ‘bout the heat in the kitchen ‘til someone says, “Well, if it’s too dang hot fer ya, then git on out!” and so they go, and that just means now they got somethin’ else to complain about ; )
Uh. Yeah. Dass right!
And here I thought this was about Princess Di.
Duchess, you the muchest...
Yeah, yeah...well, man, thems your words on the word “event,” and you either know or you don’ know how they came through. All I know is that Princess Di was not past her prime, so that leaves her out in my book. An’ tha’s all I’m sayin’, period
Alright, you a bulldog you is, Ms Melanie Klein.
So. Busted. Self portrait. The Sally threw me off at first, of course. I thought Sally Field. We share a birthday, easy mistake, both basted in our Butterball egos, both prime rib (must I say it? NASDAQ-slipping prime), both capable - in our early Gidget days - of flight. The "shall" is the mark. Gidget would never ask.
I wasn't aware Di had a prime to get way past.
You give teacher discounts? My "stylist" (I may be past my prime, but I still gots style) does. Just askin'.
Ufff! You are just being so overly Scorpio these days! There’s nothing I can do about it and for that I’ll charge you nothin’!
Muchness: Got to find my Aquarius Rising again.
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