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The Hobbit Hole VI - And Whither Then? I Cannot Say...
Posted on 01/31/2004 9:52:08 AM PST by ecurbh
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
And Whither Then? I Cannot Say...
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
TOPICS: The Hobbit Hole
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To: HairOfTheDog
(Picturing the scene with birds in the Magnolia tree in Steel Magnolias) You have invited several southerners ya know. hehehe...
8,821
posted on
02/24/2004 6:57:26 PM PST
by
Wneighbor
(Get them enchiladas greasy, get them steaks chicken-fried!)
To: Scott from the Left Coast
I think the head dies.... but it'll get infected perhaps. Not good to have disconnect bug heads stuck inside your skin regardless.
To: JenB; Fedora
Neekerbreeker???
Is this some cute language that only twins understand, or what?
To: Wneighbor
And we do have a Magnolia tree. A very puny and sad one.... but Magnolia it be.
To: HairOfTheDog
Kill the body and the head will die.
To: Ramius
Silly! You are sentenced to reread Fellowship of the Ring!
8,826
posted on
02/24/2004 6:58:46 PM PST
by
JenB
To: Wneighbor
Did you get character salad? Blinking ASCII characters and spades-clubs-hearts-diamonds?
Dedicating the following to Wneighbor and her 'puter ...
Ain't That Peculiar?
By William Robinson
(a.k.a. "Smokey" Robinson)
Honey, you do me wrong but still I'm crazy 'bout you.
Stay away for long and I can't do without you.
Every chance you get, you seem to hurt me more and more.
But each hurt just makes my love stronger than before.
I know flowers grow from rain,
But how can love grow from pain?
Ain't that peculiar?
A peculiarity!
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
You tell me lies that should be obvious to me.
I've been so much in love with you, baby, 'til I don't want to see
That the things you do and say are designed to make me blue.
It's a dog-gone shame my love for you makes all your lies seem true.
If the truth makes love last longer,
Why do lies make my love stronger?
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be!
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
I cried so much, just like a child that's lost his toy.
Maybe, baby, you think these tears I cry are tears of joy?
A child can cry so much until you do everything they say.
But, unlike a child, my tears don't help me to get my way.
I know love can last for years,
But how can love last through tears?
Ain't that peculiar?
A peculiarity!
Ain't it peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
8,827
posted on
02/24/2004 6:59:10 PM PST
by
Rose in RoseBear
(HHD [ ... as sung by the late great Marvin Gaye ...!])
To: HairOfTheDog
and I have not sanded them or poored expensive booze on them.And he was teasin' you for putting expensive booze in Coke! :-)
At least you didn't apply it to critter infestations!
8,828
posted on
02/24/2004 6:59:42 PM PST
by
Wneighbor
(Get them enchiladas greasy, get them steaks chicken-fried!)
To: JenB
[sigh] Dang.
To: ecurbh
Spoon! :)
To: Ramius
They spent a miserable day in this lonely and unpleasant country. Their camping-place was damp, cold, and uncomfortable; and the biting insects would not let them sleep. There were also abominable creatures haunting the reeds and tussocks that from the sound of them were evil relatives of the cricket. There were thousands of them, and they squeaked all round, neek-breek, breek-neek, unceasingly all the night, until the hobbits were nearly frantic. The next day, the fourth, was little better, and the night almost as comfortless. Though the Neekerbreekers (as Sam called them) had been left behind, the midges still pursued them.
The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter 11, "A Knife in the Dark"
To: Ramius
Heh heh heh. I did the same thing about 15 minutes ago, when I found the link, on a Mars thread.
8,832
posted on
02/24/2004 7:02:14 PM PST
by
Professional Engineer
(We're going to Mars & Venus & Titan & Saturn and then on to Jupiter and Uranus.~Yeeeeeeaaaaaahh!)
To: Professional Engineer
Good place to find that, on a Mars thread. If I were going to Mars I would want one of those. Maybe two.
To: Fedora
Spoon! :)'Zat from the show? I've actually never seen it.
To: ecurbh
Ah... yes... it's all coming back to me now.
Dang it.
To: Ramius
What, you haven't got LotR memorized, down to trivial mosquito details? Heathen!
8,836
posted on
02/24/2004 7:05:00 PM PST
by
JenB
To: JenB
[sigh] Yes, it's true... I'm just a poser. I've only read LOTR six times, and all of those times were more than thirty years ago.
[hanging head in shame]
To: Ramius
Kill the body and the head will die.This line appears in my notebook, for some reason.
To: Ramius
and I have not sanded them or poored expensive booze on them.Bigger targets! That's not a bad thing.
I got Ruthy on the phone. :-)
8,839
posted on
02/24/2004 7:08:08 PM PST
by
Wneighbor
(Get them enchiladas greasy, get them steaks chicken-fried!)
To: Wneighbor
Tell Ruthy I said HI!!
8,840
posted on
02/24/2004 7:09:59 PM PST
by
2Jedismom
(HHD with 4 Chickens)
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