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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Tea Party at the Baroness Von Van der Hoofer's Drafty Tavern in the Etruscan Wilderness

My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.

He claims that he attempted suicide by swimming out to sea, only to turn back after being stung by jellyfish.

He took off his clothes, got into bed, lit a huge cigar, broke open a bottle of champagne, and then uttered: "Proceed."

Instead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.

Darling Mother,

I have just heard from father about your illness. I can’t say how sorry I am. The whole day seems different. We are having the concert this afternoon and I am hoping to see Barbara but it all seems meaningless now.

It was awfully kind of you to keep it from me until now. I do wish I was able to come and see you, dear. It does seem so far away. Do get well quickly – I shall be back in ten days now.

Your very loving,

Evelyn

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