Chris Andrews: Hmmm. I thought we could help Lorinda Birdwhistle, but now her narrative progresses beyond her trash-collecting boyfriend, who really did seem like a decent enough guy, but who is TOXIC -- not at all in the street-sense of that term, because I think he treats Birdwhistle with love and respect, but because he is a walking DISEASE -- Kind of like John Lennon's song, "Come together," where if you get close, "You can feel his DISEASE -- Come together! Right now! Over me!" (Actually the thought of toxicity "over me" ought to cure Birdwhistle of her attraction to this good man who is a walking epidemic on her epidermis.)
Now Birdwhistle -- all the time protesting that she is tidy and clean, gathers at the community club, or is it the community cesspool -- I mean LOOK at Birdwhistle's photograph of the hot-tub and the foam on top, after she had narrated HOW that "foam" got there.
And Birdwhistle's wanting to swim where people dip their shoes after having walked across the sidewalks where Canada Geese and hounds have left their little paddies, my God.
I was happy to talk with Birdwhistle before, but I begin to think the problem is with HER.
Instead of worrying about the fashion of the ladies, and the high-horse about their "pool penises" (frankly, with her pretty smile and nice skin, the lady in the center of that picture is quite attractive, especially, as at 76, this old croak looks more at ladies who retain beauty through long experiences in life, and this lady really is attractive), Birdwhistle should seriously look at building her own pool and regulating it.
I have dear, dear friends, who had a pool they kept, not with chlorine, but with salt solutions. I don't know the mechanics or ingredients of that, but that would cure the chlorine . . . er . . . bouquet.
And with all of that chlorine . . . or is it . . . does it contain OTHER scents?!?! (likely so, with THAT crowd!) -- my GOD, there is no way Armando would even approach that pool.
My God, I wash my hands thoroughly with Hibiclens® with two, successive, three-minute SCRUBS with the brush (all the way past the elbows). I wouldn't even PARK MY CAR near that swimming club.
Birdwhistle recommends contraception to any young woman entering the Hotbath after describing in prurient detail what the . . . mate-seeking males . . . my God, I recommend these young women flee from that . . . Why would a young woman find herself at such a disease-spreading pool or hotbath?!
And Birdwhistle STILL frequents that place.
Now, with Claudia in "Hamlet," "I think the lady doth protest too much!"
Birdwhistle complains of her roomy's sepsis-ulcerating body and disease-spreading trash-cooking -- in the literal sense -- and now she . . . SWIMS . . . in a pool that REEKS of chlorine and . . . ?!?!?! . . . and enters a hot-tub with an EMESIS-inducing foam . . .
Whew, Armando is beyond being able to help Birdwhistle.
Birdwhistle clearly, clearly sees the company she keeps.
Birdwhistle needs to take seriously your salutary motto: "MEN-ON-PAUSE!"
Lorinda had this to say Armand: "You spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty"
Chris Andrews: Sincerely, I have liked or LOVED everything of yours I have read, and that includes your thoughtful comments.
You are better and better, the more I read, the more I like. (Of course: Lady Macbeth. I watched the Orson Welles Macbeth. I wonder if they didn't trill their 'r syllables a little too much. Contrary to common practice, I prefer reading Shakespeare to most staged versions. But there are the ones by Laurence Olivier, and there are the Alabama Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery -- it's been a while, but those were London or Broadway worthy staged productions in an intimate, tasteful setting.)
I look on Amazon, but the Chris Andrews I find writes about bookmaking in Las Vegas! LOL!
Especially your new series . . .
Have you published? I am interested in reading more of your work.
Armand, I am less than two years into my writing career, so I haven't published anything yet, minus a ton of articles. I'm here: www.christinaandrews.net and www.obitprose.com. My goal this fall is to finish a novel (Eau de Vie) and get a regular comedy gig OR that MOP goes crazy with enough subscribers that it becomes my full-time gig.
Love this! Ha ha ha ha.
Me too...
Chris Andrews: Hmmm. I thought we could help Lorinda Birdwhistle, but now her narrative progresses beyond her trash-collecting boyfriend, who really did seem like a decent enough guy, but who is TOXIC -- not at all in the street-sense of that term, because I think he treats Birdwhistle with love and respect, but because he is a walking DISEASE -- Kind of like John Lennon's song, "Come together," where if you get close, "You can feel his DISEASE -- Come together! Right now! Over me!" (Actually the thought of toxicity "over me" ought to cure Birdwhistle of her attraction to this good man who is a walking epidemic on her epidermis.)
Now Birdwhistle -- all the time protesting that she is tidy and clean, gathers at the community club, or is it the community cesspool -- I mean LOOK at Birdwhistle's photograph of the hot-tub and the foam on top, after she had narrated HOW that "foam" got there.
And Birdwhistle's wanting to swim where people dip their shoes after having walked across the sidewalks where Canada Geese and hounds have left their little paddies, my God.
I was happy to talk with Birdwhistle before, but I begin to think the problem is with HER.
Instead of worrying about the fashion of the ladies, and the high-horse about their "pool penises" (frankly, with her pretty smile and nice skin, the lady in the center of that picture is quite attractive, especially, as at 76, this old croak looks more at ladies who retain beauty through long experiences in life, and this lady really is attractive), Birdwhistle should seriously look at building her own pool and regulating it.
I have dear, dear friends, who had a pool they kept, not with chlorine, but with salt solutions. I don't know the mechanics or ingredients of that, but that would cure the chlorine . . . er . . . bouquet.
And with all of that chlorine . . . or is it . . . does it contain OTHER scents?!?! (likely so, with THAT crowd!) -- my GOD, there is no way Armando would even approach that pool.
My God, I wash my hands thoroughly with Hibiclens® with two, successive, three-minute SCRUBS with the brush (all the way past the elbows). I wouldn't even PARK MY CAR near that swimming club.
Birdwhistle recommends contraception to any young woman entering the Hotbath after describing in prurient detail what the . . . mate-seeking males . . . my God, I recommend these young women flee from that . . . Why would a young woman find herself at such a disease-spreading pool or hotbath?!
And Birdwhistle STILL frequents that place.
Now, with Claudia in "Hamlet," "I think the lady doth protest too much!"
Birdwhistle complains of her roomy's sepsis-ulcerating body and disease-spreading trash-cooking -- in the literal sense -- and now she . . . SWIMS . . . in a pool that REEKS of chlorine and . . . ?!?!?! . . . and enters a hot-tub with an EMESIS-inducing foam . . .
Whew, Armando is beyond being able to help Birdwhistle.
Birdwhistle clearly, clearly sees the company she keeps.
Birdwhistle needs to take seriously your salutary motto: "MEN-ON-PAUSE!"
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Lorinda had this to say Armand: "You spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty"
Chris Andrews: Sincerely, I have liked or LOVED everything of yours I have read, and that includes your thoughtful comments.
You are better and better, the more I read, the more I like. (Of course: Lady Macbeth. I watched the Orson Welles Macbeth. I wonder if they didn't trill their 'r syllables a little too much. Contrary to common practice, I prefer reading Shakespeare to most staged versions. But there are the ones by Laurence Olivier, and there are the Alabama Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery -- it's been a while, but those were London or Broadway worthy staged productions in an intimate, tasteful setting.)
I look on Amazon, but the Chris Andrews I find writes about bookmaking in Las Vegas! LOL!
Especially your new series . . .
Have you published? I am interested in reading more of your work.
Armand, I am less than two years into my writing career, so I haven't published anything yet, minus a ton of articles. I'm here: www.christinaandrews.net and www.obitprose.com. My goal this fall is to finish a novel (Eau de Vie) and get a regular comedy gig OR that MOP goes crazy with enough subscribers that it becomes my full-time gig.