Today I did an impossible thing
I threw away a trash can. I’m sure there was a comedian who had a bit about that. Sounds like Stephen Wright. How do you do it?
The council gave us a huge recycling bin. I take every opportunity to make them regret it.
Wikipedia tells me Stephen Wright is a paraprosdokian enjoyer. “A paraprosdokian (/pærəprɒsˈdoʊkiən/) is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence, phrase, or larger discourse is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part.”
I suppose that’s a “time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana” kind of thing. There. You’ve learned a word.
I stole the picture out of Uncle B’s photos. Daffs in our garden this week. This is been a bumper year for daffodils, which has slightly repaid the miserable, wet weather we’ve had. Doesn’t really work in black and white, does it?
I could have written an interesting and engaging post. Instead, I took a nap. I think I made the right choice.
Posted: March 13th, 2024 under personal.
Comments: 3
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Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 13, 2024, 9:11 pm
Fruit Flies or flys?
On the other hand…she wore a glove.
My dad would have appreciated your post, he was a great one for logical nonsense sentences.
Perhaps that’s why I enjoy the Marx brothers, Groucho was terrific for those often cutting one liners.
” We took pictures of the native girls, but they aren’t developed yet, so we’re going back in 6 months”
“I see you in the kitchen, bending over the stove, but I can’t see the stove”
Here’s another – “I’d like to see you again, but I’ve lost my glasses”
And this WAS interesting 🙂
Comment from Anonymous
Time: March 14, 2024, 12:10 am
I was driven to take a ride?
Comment from Deborah HH
Time: March 14, 2024, 1:59 am
My mother to her departing son-in-law: I’ve been waiting all week to hug you goodbye.
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