Spike wrote:<div><br></div><div>>She got the message: embarrassment doesn't need to hurt. It's all in one's<br>attitude. She and my brother met again at their tenth high school reunion,<br>married.<</div>
<div><br></div><div>Good story, Spike. Though I really thought he meant he would kiss the place where the "accident" happened. I've got a filthy mind. </div><div><br></div><div>>look at it as a harmless way to burn off excess<br>
dignity.<</div><div><br></div><div>Or, to put it another way, excess ego, which is always a good thing to lose. </div><div><br></div><div>Darren</div><div><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Mon, Nov 29, 2010 at 4:22 PM, spike <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:spike66@att.net">spike66@att.net</a>></span> wrote:<br>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex;">... On Behalf Of MB<br>
Subject: Re: [ExI] Nulla contro lo Stato<br>
<div class="im"><br>
>Often honesty is the best policy.... and an honest retraction can be quite<br>
well respected. I've had to do that online as well as in real life and it<br>
</div>is a depressing step to be forced >into... But there you go. :) Regards,<br>
<div class="im">MB<br>
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>> FF#*%, do I feel like an idiot. I posted it to my facebook account and<br>
</div>>> no-one caught it there either. Including two journalist friends...So how<br>
<div class="im">do I retract that<br>
>> from facebook without angering about five hundred friends and<br>
>> acquaintances? I think I will stick to math. No irony... Darren<br>
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</div>Oh come now, me lads. Ummm, rather, let me rephrase that, um... Oh, do ease<br>
up, me lads. Satire is meant to imitate and exaggerate reality. If you take<br>
the bait once in a while, look at it as a harmless way to burn off excess<br>
dignity. {8-] No harm, no injury.<br>
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Good story, happened a long time ago. High school cafeteria, girl going on<br>
and on about how she had done poorly on a test and was miserable, her<br>
boyfriend beside her. She had one of those tennis hats that look like a<br>
baseball cap with the top cut out. He took an orange slice off of his tray,<br>
and bit into it with the orange peel forward like Brando did in the<br>
Godfather right before his heart attack, put olives over his eye sockets and<br>
scrunched to hold them in place, put the hat on his head upside down. Then<br>
as she went on and on, he sat beside her saying Uh huh, uh huh, much to the<br>
amusement of those on the other side of the table. She looked over at him.<br>
He looked so silly she busted out laughing hysterically, so hard she lost<br>
control of her bladder, at which time she was forced to flee the lunchroom<br>
and left school for the rest of the day. The irate lass broke up with him.<br>
Next day she was relating the story to my brother, who listened to her<br>
furious rant, then commented: So where's your boo boo? I'll kiss it better.<br>
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She: I beg your pardon?<br>
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He: Embarrassed in the lunchroom, so show me where it hurts, and I will<br>
kiss it all better.<br>
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She got the message: embarrassment doesn't need to hurt. It's all in one's<br>
attitude. She and my brother met again at their tenth high school reunion,<br>
married.<br>
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