Funniest moments of 2003
Jan. 2nd, 2004 09:21 amCourtesy acb: A russian expat journal presents the darkest shade of black humor. Enjoy the bitters: http://exile.ru/181/181010100.html
Jan. 2nd, 2004
TERRISTS!!! courtesy ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kniwt
Jan. 2nd, 2004 11:10 amhttp://abcnews.go.com/wire/World/ap20040102_632.html
“The names of six passengers were similar to those of terrorist suspects provided by the FBI, prompting the French government to halt the flights, the official said on condition of anonymity.
Pierre Debue, director of the French border police, said one name on the list turned out to be that of a 5-year-old child. The Wall Street Journal on Friday said two other suspected terrorists turned out to be an elderly Chinese woman and a Welsh insurance agent.”
Tuttle? Buttle?
“The names of six passengers were similar to those of terrorist suspects provided by the FBI, prompting the French government to halt the flights, the official said on condition of anonymity.
Pierre Debue, director of the French border police, said one name on the list turned out to be that of a 5-year-old child. The Wall Street Journal on Friday said two other suspected terrorists turned out to be an elderly Chinese woman and a Welsh insurance agent.”
Tuttle? Buttle?
Courtesy bruisedhips, it's JimmyS!
Jan. 2nd, 2004 04:53 pm “The Brass Rail in Kansas and the Rusty Nail in Iowa were two of the many bars which witnessed the flipping of bottles, cocktail style.”
Have another beer with Chewie, Jimmy.
Have another beer with Chewie, Jimmy.
THE PANTHER
Jardin des Plantes, Paris
The bars go by, and watching them his sight
grows tired and fails to grasp what eyes are for.
There are a thousand bars, it seems to him;
behind the thousand bars there’s nothing more.
The supple gait of swift and powerful steps
pacing out its circle on the ground
is like a dance of strength around a center
in which a great bewildered mind is bound.
Yet now and then the curtain of the pupil
silently parts: a picture goes inside,
slips through the tightened limbs, and in the heart
ceases to be, like something that has died.
--Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by my father from the German in 1967, overnight, after a request from a colleague.
Jardin des Plantes, Paris
The bars go by, and watching them his sight
grows tired and fails to grasp what eyes are for.
There are a thousand bars, it seems to him;
behind the thousand bars there’s nothing more.
The supple gait of swift and powerful steps
pacing out its circle on the ground
is like a dance of strength around a center
in which a great bewildered mind is bound.
Yet now and then the curtain of the pupil
silently parts: a picture goes inside,
slips through the tightened limbs, and in the heart
ceases to be, like something that has died.
--Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by my father from the German in 1967, overnight, after a request from a colleague.