This is on the USS Rock N Roll Blog today: St. Louis-born T.S. Eliot swore loyalty to the British crown and renounced American citizenship at the age of 39. His accent is very anglo, and the sound of his voice … Continue reading →
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Tagged as baseball, George Will, Improvisation, Mike Enriquez, T.S. Eliot, The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Wasteland
Regarding the fossilized Sabrmetric Tiger skull?
Where the guy goes, "Doctor, it hurts when I do this." And the doctor says, "That will be an $80 co-pay."
Regarding the naive interlocutor's query, "Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket?"
Where the she-wolf, hunting it's quarry, is unwittingly hired to excavate stone?
Is there an extant author considered the seminal Seminole?
When reminded of his college-era quip, "Sometimes being human is a crock of shit," my now thirty-two year-old friend Jason was heard to say, "When was I ever so optimistic?"