Tap dancing in the Mine Fields of your Mind:
Dear Brothers and Sisters:
Well, since I am going to be out and on the wide open road for a bit here is your Friday/Weekend Post. All my best and if you need a bail bondsman over the weekend just drop me a line.
Your drinks for the Weekend:
The Fly Guy Special
Pour liquor into mixing glass Stir & Stain into an Up's Glass
Ingredients:
1/2 oz. Southern Comfort
1/2 oz. Amaretto
1/2 oz. Midori
Splash of Cranberry Juice
Splash of 7-up
Dash of Grenadine
Garnish with Orange Wedge
Shark Fucker
Pour liquor into mixing glass Stir & Stain into an Up's Glass
Ingredients:
3/4 oz. Malibu Rum
3/4 oz. Midori
1 oz. Pineapple Juice
After these ingredients are in the up's glass
Pour 1/2 oz. Blackberry Brandy (float to Bottom)
Pour a float of Jagermeister on top
Your Urban Words/Phrases for the Weekend:
You're putting too much on it: Making something into a big deal.
And…
Throw salt on my game: To interfere with my plans (or to mess up my scheme).
Your Poem for the Weekend:
Buffalo Bill'sdefunct
who used to ]
ride a watersmooth-silver s
tallionand break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man
and what i want to know ishow do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
e.e. cummings
(I am going thought a big e.e. phase these days)
Your Bill for the Weekend:
King Henry VI, Part III, ACT V
CLARENCE:
Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
Taking his red rose out of his hat
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee
I will not ruinate my father's house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, 85
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother and his lawful king?
Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath: 90
To keep that oath were more impiety
Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
I am so sorry for my trespass made
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe, 95
With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. 100
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
KING EDWARD Iv:
Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
Enjoy your end to the Weeks Labors:
Kind and Gentle readers, I am off to no-love-thursday at my favorte bar, which opens in 10 mins. Then in the early hours off to Indy and land of Murphy to visit with My Man Mitch. Until that time when we met again, I await with bated breath....
Still, very easy to find, but willing to go looking, I remain:
JQP
Well, since I am going to be out and on the wide open road for a bit here is your Friday/Weekend Post. All my best and if you need a bail bondsman over the weekend just drop me a line.
Your drinks for the Weekend:
The Fly Guy Special
Pour liquor into mixing glass Stir & Stain into an Up's Glass
Ingredients:
1/2 oz. Southern Comfort
1/2 oz. Amaretto
1/2 oz. Midori
Splash of Cranberry Juice
Splash of 7-up
Dash of Grenadine
Garnish with Orange Wedge
Shark Fucker
Pour liquor into mixing glass Stir & Stain into an Up's Glass
Ingredients:
3/4 oz. Malibu Rum
3/4 oz. Midori
1 oz. Pineapple Juice
After these ingredients are in the up's glass
Pour 1/2 oz. Blackberry Brandy (float to Bottom)
Pour a float of Jagermeister on top
Your Urban Words/Phrases for the Weekend:
You're putting too much on it: Making something into a big deal.
And…
Throw salt on my game: To interfere with my plans (or to mess up my scheme).
Your Poem for the Weekend:
Buffalo Bill'sdefunct
who used to ]
ride a watersmooth-silver s
tallionand break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man
and what i want to know ishow do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
e.e. cummings
(I am going thought a big e.e. phase these days)
Your Bill for the Weekend:
King Henry VI, Part III, ACT V
CLARENCE:
Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
Taking his red rose out of his hat
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee
I will not ruinate my father's house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, 85
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother and his lawful king?
Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath: 90
To keep that oath were more impiety
Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
I am so sorry for my trespass made
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe, 95
With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. 100
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
KING EDWARD Iv:
Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
Enjoy your end to the Weeks Labors:
Kind and Gentle readers, I am off to no-love-thursday at my favorte bar, which opens in 10 mins. Then in the early hours off to Indy and land of Murphy to visit with My Man Mitch. Until that time when we met again, I await with bated breath....
Still, very easy to find, but willing to go looking, I remain:
JQP
posted by John Q. Public esq. at 2:50 PM
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