original thoughts only...

once upon a time,
there was a fairy troll...
he wore a pink tutu,
and thought himself rather droll...

in reality he was an ogre,
that never examined himself...
altho his breath reeked of rotted goat,
he fancied hisself an elf...

then one day a princess,
came prancing thru the mud...
she SMOOCHED the ogre, right on the lips,
and he fell right over with a giant thud...

the end

never wear tutus unless it's halloween...

i went and slept with dogs,
and i woke up with their fleas,
my scratching gave me hives,
now my tomorrow's plagued with bees...

I am all set to post, just as soon as I can ascertain originality

My thought is about what I will be doing in 20 minutes from now. Absolutely no one on the face of this Earth has the same thought as this.

Originally posted by FMF
My thought is about what I will be doing in 20 minutes from now. Absolutely no one on the face of this Earth has the same thought as this.

Originally posted by coquette
Right, I only project 17 min 26 sec

Originally posted by FMF
My plans changed and what I thought I was going to be doing was wrong. I cannot claim that absolutely no one on the face of this Earth would not have seen this coming. I have been undone by my faith in the durability of my own originality.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
I was going to say the exact same thing so so much for your theory.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
I was going to say the exact same thing so so much for your theory.

Originally posted by FMF
I am probably the only person who thought you'd come up with a better reply than this so chalk me up for what was probably another original thought.

Perhaps the archetypal original thought is one which can only be understood by the person who thought it.

Originally posted by FMF
Perhaps the archetypal original thought is one which can only be understood by the person who thought it.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

-Whodey (FDR stole that one from me)

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself

- mine, all mine, original

There was a mouse
in my house
who lived underground
whose friend
was a hound
who lived in a mound

He found a pound on that mound
and spread it all around
His name was Gerald
and he was a good mouse.