Isn’t that the great L E McCullough?
Samuel Clemens, otherwise known as, Mark Twain. He was a very good friend of my great granduncle, Richard Watson Gilder.
Ha…
A commodity appears at first sight an extremely obvious, trivial thing. But its analysis brings out that it is a very strange thing, abounding in metaphysical subtleties and theological niceties.
Karl Marx
Well, I thought it was funny… 
Slan,
D.
I have a photo of Larry McCullough the tin whistle tutor guy in a white suit & facial hair, taken some time in the seventies. Looks like a younger Mark Twain.
Is that a theological nicetie in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?
Ah… the home town boy… Samuel L…
It’s too bad the Lady In White didn’t have much of a sense of humour (tho’ I suppose, if she was on her way to a party – or her (casual) wedding! – it’s understandable, sorta).
Kids can be real rapscallions, certainly.
I was once eating lunch at a tiny little Greek delicatessen a few blocks from where I lived at the time. There were only two tables (I think) in the place, and most of the business was take-out. I was sitting at one table on this occasion, and a woman came in, half-dragging her little girl – maybe six or seven years old – behind her. She yanked out one of the chairs at my table and plopped her kid into it, without even a word to me.
“Okay”, I thought, noting that the other table had a small group at it, and that Mom seemed pretty rushed. I smiled at the little girl sitting across from me. She just sort of stared back.
When Mom got to the front of the line, she suddenly yells out to her kid, “Keisha [or something like that]! What d’you want to eat?”
The heretofore silent child reached across the table, grabbed a dolma from my plate and waved it towards her mother. “I want one of these!” she yelled, and then put the dolma back on my plate, where it sort of rocked back and forth for a moment, while I goggled, aghast.
“Keisha!”, says mom again. Here, I’m thinking little Keisha is about to get a lecture about touching other people’s food – waving it around in the air, even! – or maybe even screamed at, causing a horrible scene (I was still sort of stunned into immobility, staring at my tainted dolma). “Keisha! That is not going to be enough food; what else do you want?” continues Mom.
Well . . .
I was stunned, anyway.
I’m gonna guard my plate better from now on! This is probably some sort of trend starting.
That’s quite the excellent story! I would have been laughing my tail off
Your tail? You ain’t one o’ them [u]Furry[/u] types, are ya? 
There are many types of animal, many types of person and many types of furry. Some furry lifestylers are art fans who choose to wear a collar when with other furries. When furries get together many modes of behavior emerge. Most furries will think nothing if others sit in a big pile to watch a video, leading each other around on leashes, and grooming each other! It varies how much an individual fur engages in this behavior, there are timid furs as well.
This is from the website jsluder posted just above.
Well, I guess I am a timid fur, having no desire to wear a collar, be led around on a leash or to groom other people—geez! Okay, to each his own but WHAT THE **** NEXT??? 
Slan,
D.
R ye blind, ye Ejit?
Must get new glasses…
That better?
Slan,
D.
Sasquatch! 
I’ll take The Fureys, thanks just the same.
Got any more of his Girlfriend?
Slan,
D. 
Silly me…I went to page 3 of this thread first, and couldn’t figure out for the life of me how you all got onto the topic you did. 
It also will teach me to try to read the ending before the rest of the thread
As for my “tail”, I was attempting to use a non vulgar word. So I refrained from using “ass” for that reason. I don’t swear, as Ad can tell you
