PETA is sick!
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Well you know what they say.... ignorance is bliss. I truly believe that lol.
I see all those "smart" types at the restaurants and they are like "can I get a salad... hold the lettuce.... with extra dressing ... but not too much and can I have the dressing made from freshly HAND squeezed oranges and freshly groud pepper and some other obscure ingredient... but it better be fresh and hand picked... add some more lettuce... with one crouton on top and can I get that shaped like the Empire State building." me... I just want my darn salad... fill it with dressing... fill it with croutons... and fill it with bacon bits and I am happy. "Smart" people seem so miserable all the time. I am happy wallowing in my stupidity lol
I see all those "smart" types at the restaurants and they are like "can I get a salad... hold the lettuce.... with extra dressing ... but not too much and can I have the dressing made from freshly HAND squeezed oranges and freshly groud pepper and some other obscure ingredient... but it better be fresh and hand picked... add some more lettuce... with one crouton on top and can I get that shaped like the Empire State building." me... I just want my darn salad... fill it with dressing... fill it with croutons... and fill it with bacon bits and I am happy. "Smart" people seem so miserable all the time. I am happy wallowing in my stupidity lol
Aha! And with this quote, along with the mention of poetic sarcasm . . . well . . . that's an opportunity I can't pass up:
To a Louse
by Robert Burns
Ha! Wh'are ye gaun, ye crowlin' ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho' faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin', blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner!
How dare ye set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else, and seek your dinner,
On some poor body.
Swith, in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle
Wi' ither kindred jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Where horn nor bane ne'er dare unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud ye there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug an' tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right
Till ye've got on it,
The very tapmost tow'ring height
O Miss's bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump and gray as ony grozet;
O for some rank mercurial rozet,
Or fell red smeddum!
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum!
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flannen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss's fine Lunardi! fie,
How daur ye do't?
O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin'!
Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin'!
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
And foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n devotion!
by Robert Burns
Ha! Wh'are ye gaun, ye crowlin' ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho' faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin', blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner!
How dare ye set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else, and seek your dinner,
On some poor body.
Swith, in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle
Wi' ither kindred jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Where horn nor bane ne'er dare unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud ye there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug an' tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right
Till ye've got on it,
The very tapmost tow'ring height
O Miss's bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump and gray as ony grozet;
O for some rank mercurial rozet,
Or fell red smeddum!
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum!
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flannen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss's fine Lunardi! fie,
How daur ye do't?
O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin'!
Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin'!
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
And foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n devotion!
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