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mvisconte · 12-13-2009, 12:50 PM

Being a stranger here, I suppose I'm allowed some literary license. I haven't paid this year, but I'm going to take advantage anyway.

Do you really let just anyone in here, or was I over-looked? It's the height, isn't it. I get that a lot.

Anyway, the man next to me. Or, the man who WAS next to me. Um... he didn't leave without paying his bill, did he? Oh good. Anyway, he said the next round was on him, but he said it to me -- which I hope means that you'll get me something to drink and hope to charge it to him, if you ever see him again.

Anyway, again, I noticed immediately his hat. You don't see hats like that much, anymore. Carbide lamp, polished mirror, that sort of thing?

He was reading a book. Huge book. It was an eTome(tm). Huge, electric, but with pages. And he kept turning pages, and saying "Fascinating". He said it was a book on "phototherapy for the treatment of acute melancholia". He said it was "light therapy". For SAD. I asked him "erm, Marguis?"

Now, even *I* can tell it was the wrong book. There were no fold-outs. I suppose, over here, you call them center-folds.

You know, fold-outs. Staples in the belly?

Not ringing any bells... hm..

OK, here's what I pictured, sort of. A collection of pre-67 Playboy magazines, in e-reader format. Ah, ok, I begin to see the the confusion...

First, no fold-outs. Second, no staples -- but that's not a bad thing. Third, not in color. Heaven, not even any PICTURES. How can you have photo therapy withou-

No, really. When ever I get sad, I look at my dad's collection of ol--- oh. I see. Um, well, it's like this...

He said Photo therapy. Right? He said cute melons. He said head-lights.

Oh bother. He probably wasn't even a real doctor.

Well, he insulted me. No, it's not important, but I'll tell you, my mother wouldn't be proud! First of all, I CAN read, and secondly, she's never been under a porch in her life!

Anyway, -- Look here, why do you keep getting me off track!? Retired train-enginee--- oh, VERY punny. A-N-Y-W-A-Y,

Where was I? Well, I told him "Piffle to you! You can go to the Devil!" and he ... disappeared. No, really. He kind of flickered for second, then he said "Speak of the Devil, and his minyan appears" and Poof, he was gone.

See? Here's his book.

12-13-2009, 12:50 PM	#62
mvisconte pHilosopher kIng Posts: 208 Karma: 429751 Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: An imperfect world Device: Laptop, laptop, desktop, phone (HTC, HTC, Asus, Asus, LG rah!)	Being a stranger here, I suppose I'm allowed some literary license. I haven't paid this year, but I'm going to take advantage anyway. Do you really let just anyone in here, or was I over-looked? It's the height, isn't it. I get that a lot. Anyway, the man next to me. Or, the man who WAS next to me. Um... he didn't leave without paying his bill, did he? Oh good. Anyway, he said the next round was on him, but he said it to me -- which I hope means that you'll get me something to drink and hope to charge it to him, if you ever see him again. Anyway, again, I noticed immediately his hat. You don't see hats like that much, anymore. Carbide lamp, polished mirror, that sort of thing? He was reading a book. Huge book. It was an eTome(tm). Huge, electric, but with pages. And he kept turning pages, and saying "Fascinating". He said it was a book on "phototherapy for the treatment of acute melancholia". He said it was "light therapy". For SAD. I asked him "erm, Marguis?" Now, even I can tell it was the wrong book. There were no fold-outs. I suppose, over here, you call them center-folds. You know, fold-outs. Staples in the belly? Not ringing any bells... hm.. OK, here's what I pictured, sort of. A collection of pre-67 Playboy magazines, in e-reader format. Ah, ok, I begin to see the the confusion... First, no fold-outs. Second, no staples -- but that's not a bad thing. Third, not in color. Heaven, not even any PICTURES. How can you have photo therapy withou- No, really. When ever I get sad, I look at my dad's collection of ol--- oh. I see. Um, well, it's like this... He said Photo therapy. Right? He said cute melons. He said head-lights. Oh bother. He probably wasn't even a real doctor. Well, he insulted me. No, it's not important, but I'll tell you, my mother wouldn't be proud! First of all, I CAN read, and secondly, she's never been under a porch in her life! Anyway, -- Look here, why do you keep getting me off track!? Retired train-enginee--- oh, VERY punny. A-N-Y-W-A-Y, Where was I? Well, I told him "Piffle to you! You can go to the Devil!" and he ... disappeared. No, really. He kind of flickered for second, then he said "Speak of the Devil, and his minyan appears" and Poof, he was gone. See? Here's his book.