A guy sold me a bottle of extremely dry wine.
Turns out it was just an empty bottle.
But 'bottle' is an interesting-sounding word. As a verb it seems to suggest ambling along in a peculiar way: "I just saw Andy, bottling down the footpath."
It could also be a board game from the 1950's, the game you took up after parcheesi. Or perhaps a minor curse: "Oh, bottle the man!"
I think 'Stonkerbottle' would be a good name for a villain if you're not more than five years old. Or not less than five drinks in.
Wow, I wish we could bottle what you got Mike. Then we could toss it in the ocean and some kid in Japan will find it washed up on the beach in about 7 years.
...and whatever posts here, posts alone.
Surely those are very haunting words, those.
Solid, Jackson! Salt of the Earth.
WOW! that event horizon was something else!
I told you I saw some strange things in there!
Oh! you have been there too Mak......Paul......Mike....there's some one else there too......
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Curiouser and curiouser....
It was the most horizontal horizon I ever saw - even though I wasn't. (Horizontal, that is.)
On a clear day you can see forever.
Ah! It was the swift frog/dragon who I saw!
Is it just me or has everything gone green?
Oh! just the one bowl please.
There you go.
Remember, it's very quiet in here so don't clang your spoon against the side of the bowl.
ok, will remember that Mak! thanks for the bowl.
Eat your soup swiftly, chrissy - don't let it drag on!
I really need to start reading screennames, and not just go by avatars. This page was confusing for a while.
Thanks Paul, but this might drag on for some time!
Wow - that was REALLY confusing me for a while
So what's confusing?
Confuzyus say: If Jimmy crack corn, why care?
Ah! Confusious say, "he who can't read just look at pictures"!
Is it still yesterday? If it is, then I still have time to think ahead with enthusiasm. But if it's already today, all I can do is look back with regret
I think we're nearly into tomorrow, so you can enjoy the fruits of your forethinking.
I thought it was the day after next already.
Jeff: "My stomach is upset."
Jeff: "Why? What did you say to it?"
Jeff: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Jeff: "What did you say to your stomach?"
Jeff: "I didn't say anything to my stomach."
Jeff: "Oh, well, no wonder it's upset, if you won't talk to it."
Jeff: "Do you realize you are talking to yourself?"
Jeff: "I am not."
Jeff: "Yes you are."
Jeff: "I am not. I'm talking to all those people reading on BAUT."
Jeff: "What do you think this is? The 'Should nervous people be allowed
to play tennis?' thread?"
Marcel Marceau: "Oh, shoot!"
got me confused with pictures!