The Life & Times of a Hypothetical Dead Man
Writes L in Belfast:
If you could live in any century, what century would that be?
Huzzah! I take my text message back. I am indeed amused.
i want a bottle of prosecco.
Isn’t Die Hard based on one of Milton’s more obscure epic poems?
You’re thinking of Die Hard II, which was largely inspired by Milton’s Paradise Lost II: Paradise Loster. He wrote it at the bottom of a six-week opium binge, which explains the choppy pacing and inexplicable presence of Sipowicz from NYPD Blue.
I’ve never drank Prosecco, sounds damn interesting!
Everyone should drink Prosecco all the time. Well, with maybe a sleeping break in the afternoon.
mmm i had prosecco on Tuesday.
As you know full well fine Sir, the 19th.
Or possibly the sixteenth. For this night, in fervid torment, do I contemplate mine bodkin bared…
O Gawd – alas, I used not my bodkin upon mine own bod but do seem to have killed this thread.
I underestimate my grandeloquence – apologies all around, mates…
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Huzzah! I take my text message back. I am indeed amused.
i want a bottle of prosecco.
Isn’t Die Hard based on one of Milton’s more obscure epic poems?
You’re thinking of Die Hard II, which was largely inspired by Milton’s Paradise Lost II: Paradise Loster. He wrote it at the bottom of a six-week opium binge, which explains the choppy pacing and inexplicable presence of Sipowicz from NYPD Blue.
I’ve never drank Prosecco, sounds damn interesting!
Everyone should drink Prosecco all the time. Well, with maybe a sleeping break in the afternoon.
mmm i had prosecco on Tuesday.
As you know full well fine Sir, the 19th.
Or possibly the sixteenth. For this night, in fervid torment, do I contemplate mine bodkin bared…
O Gawd – alas, I used not my bodkin upon mine own bod but do seem to have killed this thread.
I underestimate my grandeloquence – apologies all around, mates…