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Dish Thoughts...

...Why I needed to know one thing about the Pythagorean Theorem. I am not a roofer or Egyptian...

...Why Bill Clinton is the one who leaked the Monica Lewinsky matter...

...Any goddamn sentence that sounded decent with the word jettisoned...

...hi...

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Moon_1178 said…
...from someone who had to take summer school Geometry in high school... screw that Pythagorean Theorem!! *now sits and wonders if that is the one that's a squared plus b squared equals c squared... and if not, screw THAT formula too*
Tuesday, 1 June 2004 at 09:18:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
The jet-set Jetsons were out for a jet-hop in their Jet Star in a jet stream, when Elroy and Astro put on their jet belts and jettisoned out of the jet, landing near a jetty....oh help me...I am not even doing dishes...I hate that word, hate it, hate it, hate it...grrrrr
Tuesday, 1 June 2004 at 11:21:00 GMT-4
themindofwilliam said…
First of all, I think it was Monica who leaked Bill's matter...and jettisoned is actually a term used on ships that's taken from jetsom as in Flotsam and jetsom, why am I telling you this, like you don't already know! it's a good word, I thought it fit perfectly in that particular sentence.
Wednesday, 2 June 2004 at 12:10:00 GMT-4
themindofwilliam said…
My sentence, not so much in yours...hello...
Wednesday, 2 June 2004 at 12:13:00 GMT-4
themindofwilliam said…
it was a joke, use your imagination...
Wednesday, 2 June 2004 at 20:23:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
I did. And I saw. And I laughed. But I did not want you to know that.
Wednesday, 2 June 2004 at 21:12:00 GMT-4
Anonymous said…
Jetsam. Flotsam and jetsam.
Saturday, 12 June 2004 at 23:16:00 GMT-4
Bob said…
Pythagoras: The squaw sat on hippopotamus skin A is equal to the sum of the two squaws on hippopotamus skins B and C.
Saturday, 20 August 2005 at 05:55:00 GMT-4
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