BONNIE Ain't you ashamed? Tryin' to steal an old lady's automobile. CLYDE I been thinkin' about buyin' me one. BONNIE Bull. You ain't got money for dinner, let alone buy no car. CLYDE Now I got enough money for cokes, and since it don't look like you're gonna invite me inside-- BONNIE You'd steal the dining room table if I did. CLYDE Come to town with me, then. How'd that be? BONNIE Goin' to work anyway.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Whip it on me, Jim
We mourned the loss of Sir Wackford Spoons and His Words, but, all things considered, it was the best thing that could have happened. Sir Wackford was keeping me down. He was holding me back to a simpler type of humour and writing style I used at age fourteen or so. Sir Wackford wasn't me. And I got tired of being him. Oh, yes, his family tree still exists on itsourtree.com and his brother, Gooey Stu, still has a mildly amusing array of Youtube videos. But Gentle Annie is the real thing. firstname.lastname@example.org or whoever you are, you are a god. Your petty internet identity theft has brought the death of a right old bastard, and the birth of Gentle Annie.
I'm not going to try to pretend I am better than you. The name Gentle Annie is a very small settlement of some sort on the west coast of New Zealand (Yes I am from New Zealand, not Horsham, Sussex) and Tried to found a salon, opened a restaurant is a slightly modified quotation from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, which I started reading yesterday and is Damn Good.
Gentle Annie is Jonathon and suck my dick apple pie to all you bloggers out there.