Banned for being so much a better writer than me.
Banned for making camels laugh.
Take away one worry for a year.
A person that cares about our Earth and its creatures.
A person that cares about our Earth and its creatures.
Your wish is granted, but the coffee is cold.
I wish Mila Kunis was sitting on my lap giving me a big hug. (try to make that true and bad, I do not think so)
Nothing because I am back here still.
Yes I would so that she could pass up her previous offer for one more intellectually based. Can I pick another person to come with me to fill the intellectual portion. I like puns.
Banned for crossing legs too seductively.
Yes, but he would have to carry on most of the intelligent portion. I can do the puns though.
Banned for knowing more than me.
The maternity ward delivery room.
Peek-a-boo, I am behind you.
1855
Walt Whitman's publishes his collection of poems 'Leaves of Grass.'
Song of Myself
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
Arrested for helping shotgun by distracting the cabbie with a wink and a smile.
Unfortunately they felt so bad for bringing in the wrong people they became depressed and cried, especially the boy scouts.