I drank two gallons of beer. I had a discussion with my cousin, a Buddhist in the South surrounded by rednecks, about his Beliefs. I was kissed by his brother's girlfriend (who calls me Honey since her boyfriend, my cousin who she calls Baby, doesn't love her so much anymore... did I mention it was her birthday and she was drunk?), heard how a preacher and another cousin KNOWS that interracial relationships and gays and unwed mothers with bastard children are against God, ate and ate and ate, refrained from watching The Ring (one of five truly horrifying movies in the world), reminisced about my grandfather, sat at a picnic table with my back to a smoking barrel having the most stimulating intellectual conversation I've had in the longest time (not counting SG... I just found the philosophy group) until 8:00 in the morning.
Have I mentioned it was the best day I've had in ages?
Have I mentioned it was the best day I've had in ages?
Fawlty Towers of course! I do love the Mrs Richards episode
Mr Fawlty Look, look, look. You know the horse ?
Manuel "Nitwit" or "Dragonfly" ?
Mr Fawlty "Dragonfly". There isn't a horse called "Nitwit" - you're the nitwit.
Manuel What is witnit ?
Mr Fawlty It doesn't matter - oh, I could spend the rest of my life having this conversation - please try to understand before one of us dies.
I have to be in the mood for Fawlty Towers but it is beautifully done farce is it not?
[Edited on Apr 09, 2006 12:08AM]