Hens have two legs
I have two legs.
Ergo, I am a hen.
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Hens have two legs
I have two legs.
Ergo, I am a hen.
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Big bush is watching you. |
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Caught! |
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Comic cloud |
Eng...land! ... Eng...land! |
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Chimney. |
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High security!!! |
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Still life without Beers & Books. |
As tomorrow James Joyce will – not would! – celebrate his 142nd birthday, and as today is Laughing Lhursday, I think it is about time to once again post this glorious encounter of him and Samuel Beckett.
James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)
Samuel Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)
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I hear that 90000 (in words: ninety thousand) earth-dwellers – LGBTQIA plus all those genders still to discover, and, believe it or not, even a few women and men) – from this and that continent and many an island swam and walked in a climate-neutral way to Dubai to act as world saviours.
And that's exactly what they did for 14 days in air-conditioned rooms and on full board. Acting.
So let's enjoy a climate of peace on earth, now and forever.
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Cat(s) as cat(s) can. |
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The last visitor |
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This is ... |
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... no fairy tale. |
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Once again I feel relieved
that Fortune favours fools,
or as a German saying goes,
"Die dümmsten Bauern
ernten die größten Kartoffeln."
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"The dumbest farmers
harvest the biggest potatoes".Sometimes a saying
can be a great comfort.
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