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Pecan. Pee-CON. Who says Pee-CAN?
Who eats pie?
Who eats pie?
QUOTE(lil bart @ Dec 19 2004, 05:51 PM)
Pecan. Pee-CON. Who says Pee-CAN?
Who eats pie?
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Who eats pie?
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I say Peak-Ann...
QUOTE(lil bart @ Dec 19 2004, 07:51 PM)
Pecan. Pee-CON. Who says Pee-CAN?
Who eats pie?
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Who eats pie?
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No ee sound at all.
peh-con.
We all have pecan trees in our yards and hope to get to them ahead of the squirrels.
Bart, the Truman Capote story I carry on about every year -- A Christmas Memory -- is a part of his boyhood in rural Alabama with his aunt.
You could read it in an hour or two. It's a very wonderful miniature memoir.
You could read it in an hour or two. It's a very wonderful miniature memoir.
QUOTE(Nomarchy @ Dec 19 2004, 11:30 PM)
8 THOUSAND years of human life on the planet have produced enough anti-redneck, country-bumpkin literature to last one a lifetime. Listen here, you assholes. We own the discourse. The only time you country-bumpkins get any credit is when we urban intellectuals get bored of our own, and search for some roots. You're destined to be our tools. Shut the fuck up. We OWN you. It is not called CIVIlization for nothing.
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What the hell is this about?
QUOTE(lil bart @ Dec 20 2004, 02:35 AM)
What the hell is this about?
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Wrong board, I think.
QUOTE(lil bart @ Dec 20 2004, 01:15 AM)
Bart, the Truman Capote story I carry on about every year -- A Christmas Memory -- is a part of his boyhood in rural Alabama with his aunt.
You could read it in an hour or two. It's a very wonderful miniature memoir.
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You could read it in an hour or two. It's a very wonderful miniature memoir.
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Thanks, I'm familiar with the story. Capote wrote some good stuff.
QUOTE(Nomarchy @ Dec 20 2004, 01:30 AM)
8 THOUSAND years of human life on the planet have produced enough anti-redneck, country-bumpkin literature to last one a lifetime. Listen here, you assholes. We own the discourse. The only time you country-bumpkins get any credit is when we urban intellectuals get bored of our own, and search for some roots. You're destined to be our tools. Shut the fuck up. We OWN you. It is not called CIVIlization for nothing.
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Are you fucking lost or what? Hitting the old pipe a little hard for a Sunday night?
Get a grip.
He's (Bushie) getting a little lost now. Generally though, he's done pretty good.
QUOTE(SpaceCowboy @ Dec 20 2004, 10:12 AM)
He's (Bushie) getting a little lost now. Generally though, he's done pretty good.
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You lost too?
QUOTE(Bart Katz @ Dec 20 2004, 11:13 AM)
You lost too?
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Mostly.
pe·can Pronunciation Key (p-kän, -kn, pkn)
(p-kän)
That's what I tried to say.
That's what I tried to say.
QUOTE(SpaceCowboy @ Dec 20 2004, 10:54 AM)
(p-kän)
That's what I tried to say.
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That's what I tried to say.
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Kubla (pee) Khan.
QUOTE(Bart Katz @ Dec 20 2004, 08:07 AM)
Thanks, I'm familiar with the story. Capote wrote some good stuff.
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Fruitcake for even the Presidents.
QUOTE(Bart Katz @ Dec 20 2004, 08:50 AM)
pe·can Pronunciation Key (p-kän, -kn, pkn)
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Hmmm .... we have it right out west? Who'da thunk.
Just to be different, some years back I began calling them peckin's. Can't really 'splain it, 'cept I have fun with words on occasion. Them's cheap thrills!.
Thats peckin's like what a bird might peck at.
Thats peckin's like what a bird might peck at.
QUOTE(Nomarchy @ Dec 19 2004, 11:30 PM)
8 THOUSAND years of human life on the planet have produced enough anti-redneck, country-bumpkin literature to last one a lifetime. Listen here, you assholes. We own the discourse. The only time you country-bumpkins get any credit is when we urban intellectuals get bored of our own, and search for some roots. You're destined to be our tools. Shut the fuck up. We OWN you. It is not called CIVIlization for nothing.
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!!!!
QUOTE(Catharsis @ Dec 20 2004, 09:24 PM)
Just to be different, some years back I began calling them peckin's. Can't really 'splain it, 'cept I have fun with words on occasion. Them's cheap thrills!.
Thats peckin's like what a bird might peck at.
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Thats peckin's like what a bird might peck at.
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Kewl. Peckins they now is, and you can take a peck of that to the bank.
Me & my friends 'n family mispronunce names of lots of local places -- and to noobs we do it in total deadpan.
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As a young woman was being written a citation for speeding she asked the police officer if she couldn't just buy a couple of tickets to the policeman's ball instead. The policeman replied, "I'm sorry Miss, state policemen don't have balls." The troopers face turned red, he tore up the ticket and drove away.
QUOTE(lil bart @ Dec 20 2004, 10:36 PM)
Kewl. Peckins they now is, and you can take a peck of that to the bank. Me & my friends 'n family mispronunce names of lots of local places -- and to noobs we do it in total deadpan.
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Deadpan is the best pan. Sarcasm is the greatest form of humor that I have ever known, grew up on the stuff. Good and good for ya.
Happy Anniversary C-span sucks community!!!
Great job A V (et al)
sincerly,
bob sacamonto
Great job A V (et al)
sincerly,
bob sacamonto
Son of a gun, it's fruitcake season again. I got the Capote book out a week or so ago.
The movie in theatres now will be of a staggeringly different bent. As it's Christmas season, I again recommend that story. Read it once if you never have.
The movie in theatres now will be of a staggeringly different bent. As it's Christmas season, I again recommend that story. Read it once if you never have.
Prithy, tell. On second thought...
Naw , want to see the film and don't want to know the ending.
Naw , want to see the film and don't want to know the ending.
The CEO of Tyson Foods manages to arrange a meeting with the Pope at the Vatican. After receiving the papal blessing, he whispers, "Your eminence, we have an offer for you. Tyson Foods is prepared to donate $100 million dollars to the church if you change the Lord's Prayer from "give us this day our daily bread" to "give us this day our daily chicken.'"
The Pope responds, "That is impossible. The Prayer is the word of the Lord - it must not be changed."
"Well," says the Tyson man, "we anticipated your reluctance. For this reason, we will increase our offer to $300 million dollars. All we require is that you change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily chicken.'"
Again, the Pope replies, "That, my son, is impossible. For the prayer is the word of the Lord and it must not be changed."
Finally, the Tyson guy says, "Your Holiness, we at Tyson Foods respect your adherence to your faith, but we do have one final offer. We will donate $500 million dollars - that's half a billion dollars - to the great Catholic Church if you would only change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily chicken.' Please consider it." And he leaves.
The next day the Pope convenes the College of Cardinals. "There is some good news," he announces, "And some bad news." The good news is that the Church has come into $500 million dollars."
"And the bad news, Your Holiness?" asks a Cardinal.
"We're losing the Wonderbread account."
The Pope responds, "That is impossible. The Prayer is the word of the Lord - it must not be changed."
"Well," says the Tyson man, "we anticipated your reluctance. For this reason, we will increase our offer to $300 million dollars. All we require is that you change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily chicken.'"
Again, the Pope replies, "That, my son, is impossible. For the prayer is the word of the Lord and it must not be changed."
Finally, the Tyson guy says, "Your Holiness, we at Tyson Foods respect your adherence to your faith, but we do have one final offer. We will donate $500 million dollars - that's half a billion dollars - to the great Catholic Church if you would only change the Lord's Prayer from 'give us this day our daily bread' to 'give us this day our daily chicken.' Please consider it." And he leaves.
The next day the Pope convenes the College of Cardinals. "There is some good news," he announces, "And some bad news." The good news is that the Church has come into $500 million dollars."
"And the bad news, Your Holiness?" asks a Cardinal.
"We're losing the Wonderbread account."
The Tap
A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and
tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed,lost control of the cab,
nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a
large plate glass window. For a few moments everything was silent in the
cab,and then the still shaking driver said, "I'm sorry, but you scared the
daylights out of me."
The frightened passenger apologized to the driver and said he didn't
realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.
The driver replied, "No, no, I'm sorry; it's entirely my fault.Today is
my first day driving a cab. I've been driving a hearse for the last 25
years."
A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and
tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed,lost control of the cab,
nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a
large plate glass window. For a few moments everything was silent in the
cab,and then the still shaking driver said, "I'm sorry, but you scared the
daylights out of me."
The frightened passenger apologized to the driver and said he didn't
realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.
The driver replied, "No, no, I'm sorry; it's entirely my fault.Today is
my first day driving a cab. I've been driving a hearse for the last 25
years."
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