How many gay, Southern, African-American dead-heads can fit into a phone booth?
Both of them.
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Pouring My Art Out 
Reminds me of a gay bar I found in a small Spanish town, there were the same 3 people there very night and that included the barman. The two customers sat at opposite ends of the bar, I figured they had dated once and it didn’t work out, but there were no other options, I bet they still went home together after a few drinks.
That is so cute and sad, it should be a movie. Let’s write a screen play.
We took photos of ourselves there looking glum, mirroring the regulars. They may have thought luck was in until that point. Saying that Benidorm was only an hour away, they could have gone there for some action.
Oh… I was going to suggest that we go into business transporting truckloads of young studs into the place.
That’s not art side of the brain, that’s cunning, and I like it. I’m going back to that area in June next year, I’ll suss out a business plan
I will invest in that.
And my Yoda thing was perplexing? Sigh.
I do silly, not clever.
Thanks for using the word clever here. If I had to describe that Yoda post I wouldn’t have thought of that word as I don’t use it at all for some reason. Intricate would have come to mind, or over-thought for some I’m sure but I don’t care about them anyway. What fascinated me about doing the post was pulling together and force-fitting all those disparate parts together to make a story and that it was the result of a idea that just came on like BANG when I was mowing and otherwise mentally occupied. The mind is quite the fascinating thing. My subconscious must have been doing for days in the deep background like a hamster on a wheel. My brain may be that size too. LOL
I describe my brain as a small cage full of squirrels… on crack…
You’ll get no patronizing courtesy argument oh that from here.
ha
that is inappropriate and hilarious.
It isn’t at all inappropriate… and I know a guy who is a republican dead head… so two out of four right there…
Inappropriate because I think the single gay white southern dead-head would also easily fit into a phone booth. Well, maybe.
Ahhhh.
I don’t get it.
What’s not to get?
I don’t get what is funny about this?
Maybe it isn’t funny then.