[quote]swordthrower wrote:
Winger11 wrote:
“Don’t repress me Reg.”
“I’m not repressing you Stan, you don’t have a womb! Where’s the foetus gong to gestate, you going to keep it in a box?”
Life of Brian.
Its symbolic of his struggle against reality.[/quote]
Marie, are you awake?.. good. You look so beautiful and peaceful- you almost look dead. And I’m glad because there’s something I want to say that’s always been very difficult for me to say: I slit the sheet the sheet I slit and on the slitted sheet I sit. I’ve never been relaxed enough around anyone to be able to say that. You give me confidence in myself.
I know we’ve only known each other for four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week. And the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again. And the fourth day seemed like eight days. But the fifth day, you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day.
But then you came back and later on the sixth day in the evening when we saw each other-- that started seeming like two days. So in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days. So at the end of the sixth on into the seventh day that seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half.
I have it written down but I can show it to you tomorrow if you wanna see it. Anyway, I’ve decided that tomorrow, when the time is right, I’m gonna ask you to marry me. If thats okay with you, just don’t say anything. You’ve made me very happy.
“I’m going to have fun and you’re going to have fun…we’re going to have so much fucking fun we’re going to plastic surgery to remove our God damn smiles”
“I’m going to have fun and you’re going to have fun…we’re going to have so much fucking fun we’re going to plastic surgery to remove our God damn smiles”[/quote]
State Trooper: Tell me, officer, do you have any idea how fast you were going?
: Well, I got a 426 hemi here, 3/4 cams, nitro boosters, I can get ‘er up to as good as 155! Never do, though, of course, unless I’m chasing a cute chick in a Ferrari! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I guess I was goin’ about… 65, tops.
State Trooper: SEVEN! SEVEN miles an hour! And normally, when I stop people, they pull onto the shoulder!