I sit at the feet of the master, learning what he is willing to share. More times than not, I find when I look up that he's removed said feet and slipped away, leaving me to learn from a pair of old Converse All-Star Chuck Taylor tennis shoes.
I sit at the feet of the master, learning what he is willing to share. More times than not, I find when I look up that he's removed said feet and slipped away, leaving me to learn from a pair of old Converse All-Star Chuck Taylor tennis shoes.
I see they are launching an artistic ad campaign, which 'will showcase celebrities' uniquely decorated Chucks' - which leads me to wonder how 'uniquely decorated' the Chucks which adorn the feet of Arr&bee may be.....
Good question. I'm guessing he will have them airbrushed with a portrait of Marion Berry or Robert Griffin III.
It won't be a portrait of himself, as he doesn't seem to know what he looks like...
Jeepers creepers, where'd he get those sneakers?
More worrying, where did they find him?
Wow guys more free publicity[money can't buy this]huh???...anyhow i do have a pair of chucks,doesn't everyone over fifty??
Who can afford them in this economy?
I didn't pay for my pair...[i know folks]
They just walked into your life, I suppose....
Of course.
Best tie the laces together, to stop them walking out again.
Ok west step away from the tea...slowly.
I'll do it standing on my hands....
Now i know where all that crack went.
If I had used it, I'd be on my knees by now. Except you'd better make that ' on my elbows' by now.....
I hope you didn't leave it on the queen's doorstep where the corgis could get to it.
I'm pretty sure those mutts use Xanax. Crack would just make the world appear normal to them.
They're ordinary creatures, living in an extraordinary world.
And so are we all.
True. The world is quite extraordinary, especially as each of us - in one sense quite ordinary, and yet quite unique in so many others - must perceive it a little differently from everyone else.
We're all just the cells of a larger body, each with his own tiny responsibility to help the body survive. Of course, there are some cells that revolt against the whole and must be contained or eliminated, but for the most part we function organically if not harmoniously with each other. And the blood cells flowing through your veins have no idea how the brain cells do their jobs, just as we can't see the world from another's perspective.
Everyone's a specialist.....
My cell is actually pretty nice.
That's about as specialist as it's possible to be.
Of course it is. It is only 6' X 6'. But he gets out of it once a day to shower and stretch his legs.
That's two things that a battery hen can't do.
This is true. Maybe they could do it if they weren't so chicken.
...ah,they would love to do exactly as they wish, but find themselves barred.
Whoa,whoa..umm guys my cell is actaully a suite[i need space]walk in closet,jacuzzi the whole nine.
No doubt you have a nice, friendly cellmate to share it with.
A CCTV camera?
Let's hope. We can option pay-per-view rights to see where the hooch comes from and how it's made.
That would be like waiting for a ghost to appear on-screen.....
I'm pretty sure we'd see a ghost before we see arr&bee anyway.
Might be a close call to tell them apart.
The best way is to light a candle. If it suddenly blows out, then a ghost has entered the room. If it catches a hooch vapor and blows up the neighborhood, then it was arr&bee.
They are both certainly hooked up with the spirit.
They always greet each other with a cheerful 'hello' and leave with a sullen 'goodboo'.
No cellmate,i work alone.
Who looks out for the guard as you dig a tunnel with the spork you stole from the cafeteria?
A helpful mole?
He won't need to bother about the guards as the warden is using him for his money-laundering operation.
Then best to trust nobody. Money can't buy him love.
But it can buy hooch. Delivery of said liquid? Probably won't buy that...
Oh, and I think prison love doesn't need to be bought. Typically it is freely given from one inmate to a smaller one.
It sounds like an average night at a 70s disco in San Francisco.
There's a difference in being in a bar or behind them.
Not to some...they're like that, any place.
I bow to your superior knowledge
Ahem. I believe this to be the case, based on what I have been told.
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