[Whalen]

Originally Posted by tony

Clearly the methane gas is from when the cow jumped over the moon.

You know what cows do most when they are standing around, mindlessly chewing like a former boss of mine.

What a long and winding road we've gone down........all the way from the
Moon to cow farts

[tony]

Begging Whalen's pardon, ma'am,


but it appears you intimated that perhaps I spoke of bovine flatulence.

Not meaning to sound like an English Major, but I never said that.

[graciegirl]

Now back to Neptune and Uranus.

Oh by the way, Did you know that Boomer was abducted by aliens? She will tell you all about it.

[Boomer]

Originally Posted by graciegirl

Now back to Neptune and Uranus.

Oh by the way, Did you know that Boomer was abducted by aliens? She will tell you all about it.

GG,

I bet Tony thinks that would be a whole lot better than being abducted by English majors. He was seen besmirching English majors again in that thread about Venus.

And Tony,

Here's a little piece of information for you. I just know you will find it quite interesting and oh so useful. You can bring it up at parties and you will be such a big hit.

So Tony, did you know that every poem written by Emily Dickinson can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas"? Yep. Sure can. I bet you did not know that.

And Tony, it gets even better. As it turns out Emily Dickinson wrote a poem called "The Moon." Sure did. You could look it up. You could sing it. The whole thing. Sure could. To the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas." It works. Try it.

And just so you know, I cannot stand Emily Dickinson's poems. She was always hanging around the house, writing poems, all day, all night. And every single one, as far as I know, could be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas." What was she thinking?

Welllllll, you know what else? She had a thing for some gun-running preacher. But she just sent him poems all the time. Pretty much it. There is even a book about it. I think the title is "White Heat." But why in the heck did she not get up off her behind and go see the guy once in awhile. Just sent him poems. Geez!

So anyway, no English major would ever write mean things about Emily Dickinson's poems, nor would an English major spread vicious gossip about Emily D. (Sittin' around the house. Wearin' that white dress all the time. Sending poems to some guy she's hot for. Hellooooooo Emily, life's too short. Get up off that couch.) -- Or was it a settee?

So as you can tell, Tony, as the evidence piles up, I cannot be the English major of whom you are speaking. HAH!!

Boomer

[Whalen]

Originally Posted by tony

Begging Whalen's pardon, ma'am,


but it appears you intimated that perhaps I spoke of bovine flatulence.

Not meaning to sound like an English Major, but I never said that.

Not flatulence, farts.
No English Major here.


Boomer,
Emily Dickensons poetry?
English Major. I'm with Tony on that one.

[tony]

I was trying to exercise my gentility.

I am quite polite and refined, you know. Ask Jan.

[Barefoot]

Tony, we asked Jan if you are a gentleman.

He said "Tony who?"