“I got her this time, dude!”
“The stage manager!”
“Careful, dude …”
“Not like that, dude! Give me credit for having some taste.”
“Cash only, dude.”
“So when she went around backstage telling the actors ‘Places, places’, I handed her a flatfish.”
“That’s what she said, dude! So I told her: ‘Now, you can tell us what to do with sole.”
“She kicked you, right?”
“She didn’t get a chance, dude. ‘Cause I reminded her, she didn’t want us floundering around, now did she?”
“Did you think this up all by yourself?”
– O Ceallaigh
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All opinions are mine as a private citizen.
(Moral: don’t give community theatre actors long breaks between scenes …)
Quilly and I will be away until Tuesday afternoon as it is reckoned on the Pacific coast of North America. Look here for more.
OMG Charley…does the water have something funny in it in FH or did you sample some algae that is laced with something…I’m going to be the first to say it this was a TOTAL GROANER….
Quilly tells me, Thom, I should say ‘yes, the post was a little fishy’. Indeed, it’s a mere minnow in the ocean of existence …
By the way I love your header picture. It’s gorgeous 🙂
Thanks. It’s Quilly’s and it’s old – graced the header of this blog in ’07 before we moved to Hawai‘i …
Hey, a new fish pun, for eel.
Walleye, Dawg, you reelly mean it?
Brevity is the sole of wit.
(That’s the best I can do on such short notice)
These days, Karen, being brief carries with it a certain risk. If there are lawyers in the room, you could get used up and filed. Of course, legal briefs usually aren’t, but don’t get me started …