Come, let us sit upon the fence;
It saves us trouble and expense.
Yes, that’s my turd in the punchbowl; you can keep it, if you like.
You can’t prove that no two snowflakes are alike; but you can make a good case for no one snowflake being alike.
Skinner’s First Law of Economics: Work for people who have more money than you.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Pardon the shovel,
Dig we must.
It’s foolish to debate whether the left or right brain is preferable; it’s like arguing which foot to walk with.
Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what the fuck your country is doing.
Underneath this moon-lit sky,
My wet laundry will not dry.
Ravioli always reminds me of cysts.
Marriage is so gay.
Hey, where’s my
(Posted by Doug Skinner)
7 responses so far ↓
1 Gary // Mar 29, 2010 at 8:14 pm
Is this an original work?
(I hate to think it has been published.)
2 Doug // Mar 30, 2010 at 12:43 am
“Play” is more like it; just squibs. Why?
3 angela // Mar 31, 2010 at 5:28 pm
I guess Gary’s comment is the ouch part of the ding dong ouch post. What an asshat. I look forward to your squibs. Keep ’em coming.
4 Gary // Apr 4, 2010 at 9:27 pm
Perhaps I should not be speaking until I have spent much time perusing the archives. Without a frame of reference, squibs are stream of consciousness nonsense. And I most certainly had no intention of dishonoring someone else’s sacred cow. I trust we can still socialize on the 24th.
5 Doug // Apr 5, 2010 at 12:30 am
Well, they’re jottings from my notebooks: no more, no less. If they bug you, you can read something else, right?
6 Phyllis Benjamin // Apr 5, 2010 at 1:20 pm
Love, love yer squibs! Keep ’em coming!
7 Robin // Apr 8, 2010 at 11:36 pm
‘Ask not what your country…” made me laugh out loud.