My mother had a favourite joke...
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A department store had a lost property counter. The lady put in charge of it was named Helen Hunt. When someone lost something, people would say, "Go to Helen Hunt for it."
Here are the latest two comments on my previous post.
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What TC is saying is that a comment, that would have been between these two, has disappeared.
He is correct. I deleted a comment by Robert as punishment for his banning comments on his blog. One minute he's telling me he loves me, the next minute he's calling TC and myself evil. Catholics have some weird beliefs, Hell being one of them. Imagine the harm that being told about Hell could do to small children. I like to keep my grandson away from this sort of shit. Hence, I sent that comment of his to Helen Hunt.
Actually, that last comment by TC could easily have been sent to Robert. I don't see comments building up over there on Robert's blog. There is not much point in commenting if your comment will most probably be removed when Robert next closes down his blog or bans comments.
Ciao tutti.
17 commenti:
Well said.
Well, said anyway.
A comma can make all the difference.
But I guess that 'I'm preaching to the converted'.
Or, screeching to the perverted.
Comments are building up. You could probably afford to delete one or two.
I'm bored.
No, you're a piece of board.
RBB
Devil. D + evil.
God. G + od.
Od - a hypothetical power once thought to pervade nature and account for various phenomena, such as magnetism.
Robert has a lot of comments since he lifted the comments ban on his blog.
NOT.
RBb
I love Gloria's joke. She would have been a great blogger in our community.
I'm sorry to hear of your demotion RBB - or, should I now refer to you as RBb?
Did Google demote you or was it the Bass Bagging Confederation that got together and stabbed you in the back, downgrading your second 'B'?
Did Robert and his mysterious friends have anything to do with it?
Look, you're welcome to join The Curmudgeons Inc. if you like. We can create a new identity for you if you need to be undercover. How about The Pedagogical Curmudgeon? I'm sure that no-one has that ID in use. Mind you, no-one had RBB as a moniker either.
You can leave your clean skin chardonnays at home. We have sufficient quantities of real chardonnay up here in the Curmudgeons Inc.'s cellar.
" Imagine the harm that being told about Hell could do to small children." Imagine the harm if hell exists and they are not warned about it.
I think the joke went flat.
Imagine the sick individual who tells a two or three year old about hell. Or a five year old, for that matter!
Jeepers! He scares me and I'm no spring chicken.
Let's leave jeeps and their drivers out of this.
RBb*
* Because the bag isn't as important as the Bass.
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