Et tu, PF? Et tu?
Et tu, PF? Et tu?
From Older Offspring after a discussion of coffee:
"If it doesn't come from the Kaffa province of Ethiopia, it's just hot roasted-bean juice."
Naw man, I ain't et nuthin'!Originally Posted by Guerrero
Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits - Mark Twain
Tact is the knack of making a point without making an enemy / Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
I don't know about any toga stabbin but I hear the community sponge on a stick is making a come back.
I just came here to post that....”now hold this!”
I got assigned to play him in the (just the forum scene) in English literature class in high school.
I really, really hammed that up. To the point, apparently, that it was talked about at least over a decade after I graduated.
I actually saw my English teacher a few years ago. She seemed surprised that I was an engineer rather than an actor and told me that she had used me as an example in the class until she retired.
I told her that was a affectation that I had at the time due to Planetary Grand Conjunction of Hormones/Cute girls in the class/President of the Latin Club/Taking Latin at the time/DM'ing a Glory of Rome D&D campaign/Fascination with Roman architecture.
I pointed out to here that I also played Willy Loman (Death of a Salesman) in the very same class without so much panache. She said that she didn't remember, and I said "That is my point."
My sainted Uncle Hollis was known to wear a toga with cowboy boots and a Stetson. He also wore a Smith Model 28 on a belt holster that coordinated with the boots. He said the toga kept his junk cool on hot humid days. He had a PhD in English and spent school summer breaks with a sledge breaking cement molds apart. I once saw him lift 4 oak dining room chairs by gathering a leg from each together in one hand. Didn't get much teasing about the toga.
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Thank you, this has stirred an old memory from my 10th grade English lit class. We were just reading the play and thank the lord not acting. I don't remember who read what but my best friend Kenny had a line that had a "hail Caesar". It came out with the most southern draw as a "hell, Caesar" which abruptly stopped class with laughter and it got worse with the "wut" that was uttered in response to everyone laughing. All I have left of Kenny is the memories that we made. A birth defect took him way too soon.I got assigned to play him in the (just the forum scene) in English literature class in high school.
I really, really hammed that up. To the point, apparently, that it was talked about at least over a decade after I graduated.
I actually saw my English teacher a few years ago. She seemed surprised that I was an engineer rather than an actor and told me that she had used me as an example in the class until she retired.
I told her that was a affectation that I had at the time due to Planetary Grand Conjunction of Hormones/Cute girls in the class/President of the Latin Club/Taking Latin at the time/DM'ing a Glory of Rome D&D campaign/Fascination with Roman architecture.
I pointed out to here that I also played Willy Loman (Death of a Salesman) in the very same class without so much panache. She said that she didn't remember, and I said "That is my point."
Et tu, Brute?
Ides of March all up in ya muthafuckin' ass.
In Jr. High I played Cesar in a short play. Everyone gathered around really close and squirted ketchup packets on me.
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