--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, doctordumbass@... <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Oh no!! The "favorite cafe" revealed! <insert gratuitous joke regarding writing that stinks...> > > Always an inspiration, Ann! Oh shit, I didn't think of the "favorite cafe" aspect - too funny. Sometimes when you're surrounded by the intimate smell of yourself you can't help but write about yourself as the center of everything; the essence, the earthy reality of oneself just has to permeate the subject matter. But without getting too scatological here, I might just add that many have surmised the act of plopping oneself down with one's bum poised pertly over a toilet seat was the catalyst for many a great thought or action issuing forth as a result. Now, the audience will have to be the judge of that. We could call it "Reminiscences and Remnants >From the Water Closet". Perhaps we should suggest an upgrade from his current toilet into something more like the picture below. Or maybe it already looks like this. (Please forgive me Barry, I am just having a little childish fun, I'm not really pooh-poohing you here.)
> > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Ann" awoelflebater@ wrote: > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, doctordumbass@ <no_reply@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Ann" awoelflebater@ wrote: > > > > > > > > Barry's addled mind has slipped into its alternate reality - > > conjuring up imaginary characters doing imaginary things. Real life must > > be so tedious, boring, mundane. The need to constantly create these > > scenarios of good guys, bad guys, plots and devious manipulations and > > far-reaching underhanded plans by others is his 'escape'. His creation > > is a colourful world filled with characters out of novels and spy > > stories. We will allow him this small escape, this chance to believe his > > world so much more interesting than it really is. Barry's scenarios read > > like cheap thrillers but as long as they get him through another long, > > dreary day then we should be happy to allow him this small indulgence. > > > > > > > > > > > > Another grey Winter dawn. Its cold, and last night was no better than > > the last hundred, "...dumb bitches...". "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yap you two > > little needy sausages - you'll get your food", "oh fuck here comes the > > brat!...". Exit, door closed, lock secured. > > > > > > "Aaaaah...What, hon? I'm in the bathroom!!" > > > > > > Laptop up: > > > > > > "...For those who NEED an..." > > > > > > "What?! I'll be out in a bit!!" > > > > > > "...argument to feel alive, I guess that if the fact that most of > > their "designated victims" don't even bother..." > > > > > > "YES! A little while longer!! Go see mommy!" > > > > > > "...to respond any more doesn't matter to them..." > > > > > > "...I know...I can hear *you* too sweetie...be out soon!!" > > > > > > "...and they can still "declare victory" anyway, the details of who > > they're having these imaginary arguments with don't matter, either." > > "Damn, no paper...". > > > > > > "OK, OK, Unc is coming out now..." > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
