Judging by the time of my last post, I should be "pressing my ears". After sleeping for a few hours, I received a call from a co-worker who asked me to cover for him because he was GOING FOR A BLIMP RIDE!!! Ordinarily, I don't get jealous of people (can't impress me with a fancy car), but A BLIMP RIDE!!! That just makes me seethe with envy.
So, here I am at work, typing through the bitter tears, sighing the traditional lament of the blimpless.
Funny, though, I decided to track down the original on which Homer's lament was based and discovered that The Seekers were from the Drouthy Antipodes. This I didn't know- they even sang a couple of songs about their southern homeland.
Now where was I? Hell, I'm too distracted to be consumed by envy. That also makes me jealous- jealous of those who can maintain the spite and bitterness, regardless of extenuating circumstances.
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If it was fun, they wouldn't call it work, Mister!
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I read:
who can maintain the sprite and bitters
Which is totally not:
who can maintain the spite and bitterness.
Besides
Sprite and bitters sounds yucka.
I believe you will find that a bitterness is a female swamp bird.
Oh, Monsieur Clyded, I LOLded, as the kids say.
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