Because not everybody likes oysters. I mean, I guess life can be like an oyster… It can be very difficult to get into, and it can be very messy once you do get into it… the odds are you aren’t going to find a pearl no matter how hard you look, but it can be a treat, as long as you add some spice.
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I only like my oysters smoked & since I quit smoking . . .
right
I’m gagging just reading about oysters. I don’t think I could actually eat one.
not with that attitude
Oooh, the above comments got more slimy and oozy as I read on. I’m a believer and I’m finding that damn pearl!
If anybody can, it is you
You have such an interesting and odd mind. You keep me laughing and thinking — thanks for that.
no… thank you…
If the world were my oyster, I’d puke a lot more often.
we can live with that
The only oyster I like is the biscuit and marshmallow one for ice cream
the world is your biscuit
Another pearl of wisdom
pearls before swine… ha!
Hey now. I still use the phrase and people liked it. Remember this?
Oh yeah… and look, my comments are still funny.
You should write a post about them. 🙂
that would be a dangerous time loop to get into
How about the world is our quahog? Did you know that there are varieties of quahog that live more than 500 years (yep five hundred) according to Wiki. How can we eat a creature that has been enjpying life for 500 years? Sigh.We are such pigs.
Pig indeed. I have a nasty habit of eating whether I am enjoying life or not.
starvation is not a fun way to go
I wouldn’t want to eat one that was 500 years old anyway
Mmmmmm, I could go for some slurpy oyster right now… when I’m eating oysters, there is no world but oysters. Have you ever had an oyster followed by a vodka shot? It’s dreaaaaaamy…
barf
ha
Oh come on! Raw oysters? Yummy yummy yummy.
but you can see how not everybody would like them
Never! Pagans!
people can’t pick what they like to eat
Just little kids who pick their noses it seems.
It is like having a snack machine right above your mouth
All they need is a bushy Art mustache to sundry them to a nice crunch and store them away for later May be time to stop now..
uh… yeah
Nor can the food that is being eaten pick the eater.
well not often anyway
I think I just dispelled some wisdom… something smells in here.
be not so pell mell with the dispell
barf barf
ha… you sound like a dog with a speech impediment
puke
oh, I got the idea…
there you go
yeah I do
I happen to like oysters… to a degree…
I don’t like oysters, so the expression “the world is your oyster” means to me that the world is a cold and slimy place
X, I love you, but you don’t do booze and you don’t like oysters. How are we supposed to find common ground like this???
But that wouldn’t be fun if we agreed on everything, would it?
But we should at least agree on the essentials of life! Don’t you breathe, X? Don’t you?
I do – see, we agree on breathing. One out of three, not bad.
Some’d argue it’s the least important of the three.
I still have the sneaking suspicion that you are some kind of robot. Until proven otherwise, I remain wary.
I can’t disprove your opinion, as some of my friends also think I’m a robot.
But do you think I’d pass the Turing test?
I’d be more interested in knowing if you’d pass the Voight-Kampff test.
I took the test online and it said I’m the Blade Runner.
You’re not Sean Young, are you? Cause I’d be okay with that.
Sorry, but I’m not even Daryl Hannah.
Well there’s a big disappointment.
Is that how you imagined me? 🙂
Only in my most private and intimate moments of fantasy. *sigh*. Now we’re going to get Art all worked up and jealous.
Like I wasn’t already
you don’t want to know
For her, too
As long as you’re not Rutger Hauer, I’m fine.
What’s wrong with Rutger Hauer? (I’m not, just asking)
I’m not just asking
I just don’t want him near my eyes, no telling what he would do.
fall into them?
Aw shucks, now I’m blushing… and experiencing various other bodily palpitations that I don’t fully understand…
my blog provides palpitations free of charge…
Gimme another hit.
Say:’please, Sir, may I have another’
can you be Lothar of the hill people?
GoT much?
?
Game of Thrones.
That would be a funnier comment on my bathroom story.
Damn it! Well, I’ve just titled your cartoon strip.
I suppose so.
but pretty close
Or even Sean Bean
Oh boy…
yup
I am the walrus
the testes test is the easiest of the testies unless it makes you testy
A testicular fondle is no replacement for, well, anything.
oh man… I read that as ‘testicular fondue’ need more coffee…
Tea-bagging with melted cheese or chocolate? Don’t get Trent started.
HA!!!!!!!!!!!
Or need more testicular fondle?
we all need that… the fondue… not so much…
everything I say is a lie…
a cyborg maybe
yes… air is good
you can’t breathe oysters
I beg to differ.
I beg to be different
It might
Well, you aren’t going to have a romantic interlude, that’s for damn sure.
Weirder things have happened on your blog, my man.
right, but… never mind, it was a bad joke about the aphrodisiac effect of oysters.
Ohhhhh….. is it okay to say that I have a semi right now?
a semi colon?
Don’t get punctual on me, now.
HA!
Right, like a blob of phlegm in a sharp-edged shell.
Jeez, there you go getting all introspective on us. That’s what happens when I’m gone for too long. You take over my job. Don’t give up your day job. Stick to the comedy and stay out of my rice bowl. 😛
And where the heck have you been, Dan?
HI, honey, I’m home. Feeding my own blog with a weekly post which I am compelled to over-research, over-write, and over-think; all of which I do very well, thank you. This Part 4 post hit a snag and didn’t get published Wednesday which is my schedule. It will be published about 2AM Monday. I was zooming along very inspired and excited and then got to the part where I repeat the 3-segment format from Parts 2 & 3 and hit a wall. How DOES a wife look, feel, and sound like she enjoys sex? I kind of painted my self into a format corner and have been struggling with what to say. I refuse to settle just to publish. It may not be great, but I can’t publish what I would call “good enough.” I can go with “as good as it’s going to get” when I know that’s true, but never “good enough.” All that means for me is I am not rising to the challenge. Better not to publish than disappoint subscribers by telling them you weren’t worth my best effort that day. If I keep spending this kind of time, I’m going to have to find a way to monetize the blog. I do love doing it though. I need to try to do shorter post or break up the long ones and publish more often. Problem is I am always writing the current post, not working ahead.
I feel your pain
Look who is talking.
Hey c’mon! Once a week is my max post limit.
ha
It’s bordering on once every two weeks… I suck. It’s not the will that’s lacking, it’s the time.
you have been busy… it is the world’s loss.
I’m going insane. Oh well.
oh well is right
ahhh… read my new post… I think it might be funny
It was flippin hilarious.
yay
I am making a point that we all fall into the trap of using social formulas to the point where we remove some of the meaning from our interpersonal conversations.
So?
so nothing
Yeah. What you said.
Trent, look. I got in the last word! Pop a cork.
He will pop a cork in yo ass… ha… drunk rapper joke bonus score
I say stuff… that’s what I do
Now that I’m done with my nasty “So?” quip I will make a point with the amusing irony of your reply to me.
“I am making a point that we all fall into the trap of using social formulas to the point where we remove some of the meaning from our interpersonal conversations.”
People never just talk anymore.
well you won that round