Silence is a most pleasing treasure

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From an old family newsletter...

Two Presbyterian ministers met unexpectedly at a fairly small town. Not having met since college days they celebrated rather unwisely and too well. Next morning (Sunday) feeling very hung over and remorseful, they decided to do penance by attending the local small Presbyterian church and each put a $20 bill in the plate. After the collection the local minister wanted to know who had been so generous. The verger said he didn’t know them but they looked like Presbyterians, gave like Roman Catholics and smelled like Anglicans.


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Weirdness

This has got to be the weirdest flash game I've ever played. It's from some weird French Digital art festival; let me know if you figure out what's going on.


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A Notice to Some Silly Person

Dear Silly Person,

There is NOTHING cute about me. I had that part of my personality surgically removed a long time ago and have no intention of getting a transplant. Besides which, you have something that a dear friend once described to me as "distorted views" on these sorts of things.


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A notice

Due to the cruel and inhumane behaviour of one particularly silly person; not even a semi-demi-quaver of information about my past will be provided on this thingamajig from henceforth.




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The Empress of Ice Cream

Got an E-mail from a friend today, while this has nothing to do with that e-mail; their favourite poem is "the Emperor of Ice Cream" by Wallace Stevens, and the poem's a bit of a mind-trip.


The Emperor of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.





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WASP jokes

WASP - White Anglo-Saxon Protestant. The ultra-normal, ultra-white middle class.


Q: How can you tell if a WASP is sexually excited?
A: The stiff upper lip.

Q: What's a WASP's idea of open-mindedness?
A: Dating a Quebecer.

Q: What does a little WASP want to be when she grows up?
A: "The very best person I possibly can."

Q: Why did the WASP cross the street?
A: To get to the middle of the road.

Q: What happens when four WASPs find themselves in the same room?
A: A dinner party.

Q: How does a WASP propose marriage?
A: "How would you like to be buried with my people?"

Q: What's a WASP's idea of affirmative action?
A: Hiring South American jockeys.

Q. How can you tell when a WASP is dead?
A. He lets go of his wallet

Q. What do you call a WASP virgin?
A. You can't. Her number's unlisted

Q. What's a WASP's favourite song?
A. "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas"

Q: How many wasps does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Three. Two to mix the martinis and one to call the electrician.


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