"Roaches just don't come round my neighborhood, and sometimes, I wonder if I'm missing out."
Justine made a face and said, "Ew, smell this." And of course I did. Of course I leaned over and smelled it, and it was one of the foulest things in the world; we pinched our faces at each other, and smelled it again. I ask them to come over and paint my house, so together we'll sweat and grow dizzy from the fumes. Okay! "Here, let me try," we each said in turn; but the game was dumb and impossible, utterly impossible to beat. Every time we died, we laughed and jeered; we took turns till the hours were wee. Let's go eat some sour grapes, and walk through poison oak; we'll drive away with messed-up orders, spend until we're broke; And we'll tell the story in gory detail, with our audience rapt in reliving it-- Hunter S. Thompson could ne'er do better, the way that we're deliv'ring it! So we hung out at the bar three doors down after he locked my keys in the car. Hooray! ----- Original Message ----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 03:00:40 -0400 (EDT) To: "Five7five" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: [X] Roaches > > > There was a time when, > like a cartoon housewife, > I would stand on a chair, > and call for help. Now, > I slap you with my bare hand, > and wipe you on a faded receipt. > > _______________________________________________ > Five7Five mailing list > [EMAIL PROTECTED] > http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
