I liked it over there but when i read the post about people having to remove Biblical Quotes from their signatures or some such thing I Decided to not be active there anymore. I have reluctantly lurked a few time after but I have not logged in in months.
It is a shame really, but if others who believe what I believe are not welcome I am not either. Oh well I would rather move on.
Don't make me hit you with my walker. Now where were we? Oh yeah... I remember when you could rent a pennyfarthing for less than a nickle and ride it all the way to Onionsburg. They called it "Onionsburg" because their only crop was potatoes. People had a different sense of humor then, you kids wouldn't understand. Anyway, me and my pal "Suspenders McGee" rented a pennyfarthing and were going over to Onionsburg to see if we could pick up some floozies. Onionsburg had a dancehall, ya see... and while their floozies tweren't as pretty as the ones over in Rainbowton, the greyest city you never saw, they had the advantage of being a good 2 miles closer, and the knickelodeons at the Bijoux ran a 2 for 1 special on Friday nights...
We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
