The grateful dead.
posted by dh at 6:13 AM
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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- Name: dh
- Location: Virgin Islands, British
Hi. I'm Dick. I made a few quid buying old houses off English pensioners and flogging them to people from Bangladesh. Then I built a load of er...'compact' villas in Spain and sold them to the English pensioners. Later I got into trading English football clubs among Russian oligarchs. After so much public service I decided it was time to do something nice for myself so I bought a bar in Pattaya. Then all the riff-raff discovered Thailand so I moved to the Caribbean and bought a boat. That's basically how I came to be a rich old alcoholic dickhead sailing aimlessly round the Caribbean with a crew of Thai girls. Until recently. Those days are gone. The girls all went to see the Barry Manilow Show in Las Vegas and never came back. They'd been exploiting me all along. I felt soiled. I took it as a wake up call, cancelled my old credit cards, tied up the boat in the Virgin Islands, and settled down to do some serious writing. Keeping a watchful eye on the sea level of course. OK, my name's Edith and I live in a retirement home near Eastbourne.
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10 Comments:
Enid Blyton also had trouble with the wogs, one was once led to believe, what?
This first one even scripts up like a Noddy story:
Mr Fatterwog said to Mr Skinnywog, "Eh you slept with my cousin, eh?"
"Oh no man," said Mr Skinnywog. "I did not. Shit, eh?"
So Mr Fatterwog said to Mr Skinnywog, "I will call on my faulistic(?) boys."
Mr Fatterwog pulled out his Toytown Gun and it went Chug-chug, boom.
Chug-chug-boom, said the Toytown gun.
Such a noise!
And everybody ran away.
So Constable Plod came to Kings Cross in numbers, as he did every Saturday night and he said hello to the strippers there.
Hello all the strippers, hello!
That's lovely E@L. I'm sure Enid would approve.
I enjoyed the witness account too. Very credible I thought and such a charming delivery.
wogs, eh? pardon my american naiveté, but does that word have the same racist connotation that it enjoyed in the past or has it become acceptable terminology for non-whites? re the dead, they were never favorites of mine, sugar, and i still can't understand the whole deadhead concept. xoxox
Any attempt at this "Reincarnation Bank " thang in the UK would get Stiff Opposition from David Cameron ................
I like the way she said: “You‘re welcome.”
Grey Gerry looks well on it. I wonder is he still rolling along;-)
Racist? Ah sure I had/everybody had a cuddly gollywog as a kid.
I think it depends what you mean by acceptable marshmallow. The young Australian lady didn't seem to have a problem with it. She has stimulated considerable debate in Australia I believe.
I see the deadhead philosophy as similar to the Mexican concept. Death as celebration of life kind of thing. I could be wrong.
Such a bank is absolutely unacceptable tony. I demand a full and thorough enquiry.
Mr. Garcia left us some time ago mm.
I've always wondered about racsist connotations in music. "White Riot" by The Clash and "I Feel Like A Wog" by The Stranglers - neither are racsists, though.
Apparently the BNP are selling compilation CDs to raise money without the knowledge of the bands who appear.
I think there's an element of shock using the forbidden words Ist. Screwing political correctness. Old Knudsen has it down to a fine art.
Mind you I think it will be a long long time before people (all people) stop making judgments on the basis of race and colour.
The first girl, the ease with which she uses the sub-glottal "eh" at the end of her sentences (even though she claims to be quoting "wogs", places her linguistic origins in one of those pair of islands furthest from civilization - the Novo Zealands! For sure, eh! Not that I'm racist or anything...
Ah kiwi eh. Thet explines ut.
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