so, den post unter dem hier hab ich bereits gestern gepostet, aber der is wohl in irgendeiner weise nich angekommen...also habbichs nochmal gemacht! hab auch noch nen nachtrag zum dining in syracuse: wir waren gestern wieder bei TGIfriday's und standen da so ungefaehr 2 minuten rum bevor wir "platziert" wurden. und deswegen kam gleich mal der restaurantleiter zu uns und hat sich drei mal entschuldigt, dass wir "so lange" warten mussten...naja. jetz sitz ich hier grad und wart auf kendrick + sean, my "new friends"...dass wir dann "vielleicht" auf ne party gehn...aber "vielleicht" nur...ja. das solls gewesen sein!
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The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a San Francisco State University graduate from an upper-crust family; well-bred, well-connected and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck from Texas A & M. Go figure.
The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word “Timbuktu.”
The San Francisco State graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock started he jumped up and recited the following poem:
“'Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two
Destination -- Timbuktu.”
The audience went wild! How, they wondered if the redneck could top that?! The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and recited:
“Tim and me, a-huntin' went.
Met three whores in a pop-up tent.
They was three, we was two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu”
harharharharhar!!!!!!!!!
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witz und link folgen...
The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a San Francisco State University graduate from an upper-crust family; well-bred, well-connected and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck from Texas A & M. Go figure.
The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word “Timbuktu.”
The San Francisco State graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock started he jumped up and recited the following poem:
“'Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two
Destination -- Timbuktu.”
The audience went wild! How, they wondered if the redneck could top that?! The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and recited:
“Tim and me, a-huntin' went.
Met three whores in a pop-up tent.
They was three, we was two,
So I bucked one and Timbuktu”
harharharharhar!!!!!!!!!
forwardgarden.com
eine liste der schraegsten kettenmails in diesem netz...
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