![]() Take everything in moderation - including moderation.ġ6. Not the heat that brings down barns and shanties, but the heat that brings down bras and panties.ġ4. There’s not another creature on heaven, earth, or hell, that can take the juice from the nut without cracking the shell.ġ3. So fine and divine, they bleed every month, and bear every nine. ![]() “I’d like to say a little prayer for world peace.” -Phil Connorsġ2. (Sinatra)įriends Toasting Wineglasses During Party Photo credit: Mirko Vitali / EyeEm (Getty Images)ġ1. Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the Bible says love your enemy. The liver is evil and must be punished.Ĩ. To the new couple: Never sweat the petty things, but always pet the sweaty things.ħ. And vodka makes you not remember any of that crap.Ħ. Here’s to the women, with little pink shoes who steal all our money and drink all our booze now, she’s not a virgin but that’s not a sin, cause she’s still got the box that the cherry came in.ĥ. I would rather be with the people in this room than with the finest people I know.Ĥ. Group of friends celebrating with champagne Photo credit: Flashpop(Getty Images)ģ. To the three rings of marriage: the engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering. Or, easiest of all, Brand could have called Dad himself. Julian, to look better than the rest of us and to score points with Dad. Caine would have gone out of curiosity, I think. Eric and Gerard were more the heroic types and would probably have welcomed the adventure. Drawing back the drapes, he stared out for a time. He got to his feet, stepped over the room's other occupant, and made his way to the window. Depends on what you want most at the moment. I mean, ask me another time and I might say one of the others. ![]() Well, maybe soaring has a little edge - in gliders, balloons, and certain variations - but mood has a lot to do with that too, you know. With me, Corwin, it's drumming, being up in the air, and gambling - in no special order. While sex heads a great number of lists, we all have other things we like to do in between. I had decided to go looking for an assemblage of all my simple pleasures in one small nook of Shadow. Still, it was a very nice crop - silver-chased, beautifully tooled - and I made good use of it. He gave me a fancy riding crop for a going-away present - to hasten the process of affection, I suppose. I had often noticed that his fondness for me tended to increase as an inverse function of my proximity. Dad was still around, and when I noticed that he was getting into one of his grumpy moods, I decided it was time to take a walk. "Forget it, Random The reframing is out, too."Īnyway, I was here in Amber some years ago. I've exhausted my little gray cells, then." The Jack of Diamonds began talking to me. He looked like hell, and he seemed to be chained or tied to something. Then the face rearranged itself and I saw that I was right. The Jack said, "Random." Then its face blurred and it said, "Help me." I began getting a feel of the personality by then, but it was weak. He had called me, and it was quite possible that I would be cutting his throat by letting anyone back in Amber in on the fact that he had gotten the message out. So I suppressed my impulse to yell for reinforcements. "Not bad," I said, "but I can't spare any more brothers at the moment. He had been having one of his melancholy spells, had snapped out of it one day and ridden off. ![]() Later, though, when I had asked after him, no one had any idea as to his whereabouts. Brand had still been in Amber when I had departed. I lay stretched out on my bed, smoking and thinking. I closed up shop with that hand and went home. And if he did call Dad, he would look like a weakling. It occurred to me then that maybe one or more of the others had been responsible for his circumstances. "Not the ones in charge of memory, I hope."
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