I really have to wonder why the new girl thinks RT has a better chance at catching a bat for that feline than she does?
*One should note, however, that punctuation trends in the English language are continuously changing and that the sentences that people fawned over back in the late 1700's are not the sort of things we aspire to in today's writing, as a matter of fact, you only have to go back into the mid 1960's to see very successful writers in best selling American novels going on and on endlessly for pages at a time with out ever using a period because
*One should note, however, that punctuation trends in the English language are continuously changing and that the sentences that people fawned over back in the late 1700's are not the sort of things we aspire to in today's writing, as a matter of fact, you only have to go back into the mid 1960's to see very successful writers in best selling American novels going on and on endlessly for pages at a time with out ever using a period.
is true!
*considers obvious wordplay, declines*
You forgot to end that with the word 'because'.
Stop it. You're killing me.
Let's hope she's only known where he was buried all this time....
Now, see, here's another instance where it's all about the punctuation.
E.g.,
Hell hath nothing like a woman scorned, RT.
versus
Hell hath nothing like a woman-scorned RT.
Game's not over yet, Porter. Lesse... hate's on first. Angst's on second...
I'm trying to remember...
I think it's Jack Kerouac's The Dharma Bums (1968) where he begins his first sentence on the first page of text and never finishes it until two and a half pages later.
They won't let us get away with that anymore. =(
I am going to find out where you live. And I am going to hurt you.
Edited to add:
I know people at the IRS.
Edited again to add:
Mean people.
Edited a third time to add:
Looser.
Edited a fourth time to add:
Good. Jack Kerouac was unintelligible.
Pennsylvania. West of Philly. Go for it.
*peeks out window*
*loads shotgun*
H-h-h-h-how far west?
*rubs paws together with glee*Sometime, Haggis, I think I lurves you.
And sometimes I know I lurves you.
Thanks!
*grabs shotgun and takes off for Pennsylvania.*
*grabs shotgun and takes off for Pennsylvania.*
Is that what modern witches ride instead of a broomstick?
And, Haggis? I left instructions with my attorney to ship Haggis to you if anything happens to me.
I'm fairly certain it's east of Pittsburgh.
But I'm deathly allergic to cats.Is that what modern witches ride instead of a broomstick?
And, Haggis? I left instructions with my attorney to ship Haggis to you if anything happens to me.