[ExI] Nulla contro lo Stato

[Darren Greer]

Spike wrote:

>She got the message: embarrassment doesn't need to hurt.  It's all in one's
attitude.  She and my brother met again at their tenth high school reunion,
married.<

Good story, Spike. Though I really thought he meant he would kiss the place
where the "accident" happened. I've got a filthy mind.

>look at it as a harmless way to burn off excess
dignity.<

Or, to put it another way, excess ego, which is always a good thing to
lose.

Darren

On Mon, Nov 29, 2010 at 4:22 PM, spike <spike66 at att.net> wrote:

> ... On Behalf Of MB
> Subject: Re: [ExI] Nulla contro lo Stato
>
> >Often honesty is the best policy.... and an honest retraction can be quite
> well respected.  I've had to do that online as well as in real life and it
> is a depressing step to be forced >into... But there you go. :)  Regards,
> MB
>
> >> FF#*%, do I feel like an idiot. I posted it to my facebook account and
> >> no-one caught it there either. Including two journalist friends...So how
> do I retract that
> >> from facebook without angering about five hundred friends and
> >> acquaintances? I think I will stick to math. No irony... Darren
>
>
> Oh come now, me lads.  Ummm, rather, let me rephrase that, um... Oh, do
> ease
> up, me lads.  Satire is meant to imitate and exaggerate reality. If you
> take
> the bait once in a while, look at it as a harmless way to burn off excess
> dignity.  {8-]  No harm, no injury.
>
> Good story, happened a long time ago.  High school cafeteria, girl going on
> and on about how she had done poorly on a test and was miserable, her
> boyfriend beside her.  She had one of those tennis hats that look like a
> baseball cap with the top cut out.  He took an orange slice off of his
> tray,
> and bit into it with the orange peel forward like Brando did in the
> Godfather right before his heart attack, put olives over his eye sockets
> and
> scrunched to hold them in place, put the hat on his head upside down.  Then
> as she went on and on, he sat beside her saying Uh huh, uh huh, much to the
> amusement of those on the other side of the table.  She looked over at him.
> He looked so silly she busted out laughing hysterically, so hard she lost
> control of her bladder, at which time she was forced to flee the lunchroom
> and left school for the rest of the day.  The irate lass broke up with him.
> Next day she was relating the story to my brother, who listened to her
> furious rant, then commented: So where's your boo boo?  I'll kiss it
> better.
>
>
> She: I beg your pardon?
>
> He:  Embarrassed in the lunchroom, so show me where it hurts, and I will
> kiss it all better.
>
> She got the message: embarrassment doesn't need to hurt.  It's all in one's
> attitude.  She and my brother met again at their tenth high school reunion,
> married.
>
> spike
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