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Well, one upmanship was just an unfortunate play on words, and I do enjoy playing with words and banter. We had a banter rooster once, but I digress. Digression is the better part of valor someone once said, but they were off the subject. I too enjoy these thought exercises. It is up to us, the keepers of the obscure references to skewer the blogoshpere like Dennis Miller on Monday night football.
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food4thought
on May 3, 2008 at 10:48 AM
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: number 9... number 9... number 9...
One-upsmanship was never this scalawag's intention, just playful banter back and forth with one of my favorite freethinking freelance stream of consciousness contortionist humorists. It's good for keeping the wits sharp playing thought table tennis wit Food 4 where words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass, they slip away across the blogosphere.
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CunningLinguist
on May 3, 2008 at 8:43 AM
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Food4T,
Dude, don't EVEN talk to me about crappy luck, mm-k? hehe The past 2 or 3 years of my life have been, well, they SUCKED! Just when I thought takin' a chance would pay off. Hmmm. Listen, keep buyin the lotto tickets. Ya just never know! Oh, and if ya win, just remember who your friends are.
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SpitFire70
on May 2, 2008 at 11:16 PM
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I see we are into a game of one-upmanship, but that ship has sailed. You are locked into a battle of wits with an unarmed paper hanger, who happens to be quite busy. As Barbara Walters would say, "wasn't it good, Norwegian wood" probably a splinter group formed as a spinoff of Wings, or possibly, Maxi Pads to which Mr. Oreally commented, "Ono" which brought yuks from the local Yokos! Gotta douche gotta douche lets do the fandango, whatever that means.
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food4thought
on May 2, 2008 at 8:23 PM
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The second Paul McCartney died and was replaced by the first John Lennon. There is proof of this on one of Sheryl Crow's albums that nobody paid attention to - yeah, that one. Everybody is talking about Barbara Walters, but I saw Bill O'Reilly giving Phildonahue to Hillary Rotten Cretin last night. Obscene!! Right there in the octopuses garden in the shade.
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CunningLinguist
on May 2, 2008 at 3:44 PM
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Oh, so Ma Bell was involved, most likey with Barbar Walters, film at 11:23 on Oprah and it aint over till, well, you know. By then most of us will be asleep on our surrealistic pillows dreaming dreams that are more like reality since Albert Hoffman died, bye Albert, I hear that last trip is a bummer if it is a downer, cool as hell if it is an upper if you get my Tokyo Drift. I was waiting for my economic simulus check but till then my reality check bounced and it came down in one of the holes in the House of Lordes. You know what I mean, now go drag that comb across your head.
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food4thought
on May 2, 2008 at 2:55 PM
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Re: Re: number 9... number 9... number 9...
Tom Jonestown Kool-Aid, the cup be half full - but you no want what's in dare. I am the walrus, they are the eggmen on a magical mystery tour down the long and winding road, which is Abby Road, if I'm not mistaken. Dear Abby, won't you come out to play with Penny Lane, Lois' secret lover... don't tell Clark. That "man of steel" rumer grew like a tumor, but never took him further than the telephone booth.
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CunningLinguist
on May 2, 2008 at 2:06 PM
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Re: Born under a bad sign
I do like Eric Clapton and this Kool-Aid thing is beyond me, well, except for the Electric Kool-Aid whereupon the bus I was or wasn't on took off for Yellow Submarine Fields of Strawberries Forever when the number 9 came up and baby lost his new pair of shoes, it was that damn Lucy cluttering up the sky with her diamonds....what was I saying?
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food4thought
on May 2, 2008 at 1:50 PM
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Born under a bad sign
So, yeah, with you the cup is half full of cyanide-laced Kool-Aid. "Man finds buried treasure just prior to fatal cave-in." That's terrible. I'd give you a lucky rabbit's foot, but it wasn't too lucky for that rabbit.
Chin up, Food, the odds are in your favor. Because you're very odd.
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CunningLinguist
on May 2, 2008 at 12:55 PM
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