You remind me...
You remind me of Mr RHP when you're there waiting for me at any and all hours of the day or night, like the new fully lined $50 NatureTex70 slippers (on sale for $32) I bought this past Thursday, as if entering a subscription for comfort.
You remind me of Miss STG whenever you appear interested in what I have to say and maintain eyelock politely until it's time for you to focus on and give your undivided attention to another subscriber or non-subscriber member waiting to post.
You remind me of one of my new Red Hot Pawn friends who now resides in a state where I once lived in, who appreciates well prepared food, the act of spoken or written language and naturally nuanced thought as much if not more so than I do.
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Originally posted by Grampy Bobbyyou remind me of someone I just can't remember...
[b]You remind me...
You remind me of Mr RHP when you're there waiting for me at any and all hours of the day or night, like the new fully lined $50 NatureTex70 slippers (on sale for $32) I bought this past Thursday, as if entering a subscription for comfort.
You remind me of Miss STG whenever you appear interested in what I have to say and m ...[text shortened]... so than I do.
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You remind me of a dream I once had... where my friend and I got so tickled and filled with joy at the thought of being in heaven together forever, that we literally held our bellies and rolled in the grass, laughing.
You remind me of a gray-haired man pulling into the harbor on a medium-sized sailboat that sleeps about 4. The kind of sailboat that emanates the purest of pure whites, leaving no doubt that its captain is passionate about its condition and considers it a family member. The man has calloused hands and wears an outfit consisting of fine, comfortable, but humble clothes from all over the world. His eyes are hazel-blue that draw your attention and tug on your heart, whispering stories of many incredible adventures. The captain of this boat is the kind of man that upon meeting him, you instantly realize you are lucky to have simply met him; but to be gifted any additional time with him is a gift from above. Every second must be savored and greatly appreciated.
You remind me of a jovial, suspender-wearing farmer that appreciates the simplest of things, laughs at farts, and loves to play with children.
You remind me of my gray thin haired grandpa who held me on his lap as he read my favorite stories to me. You remind me of his thick tobacco smoke breath and smile with his thick glasses and rough beard. You remind me of his plaid shirts and worn pants and white socks and shoes that were like barges.
Originally posted by coquetteYou reminded me to brush my teeth and shave. 😕
You remind me of my gray thin haired grandpa who held me on his lap as he read my favorite stories to me. You remind me of his thick tobacco smoke breath and smile with his thick glasses and rough beard. You remind me of his plaid shirts and worn pants and white socks and shoes that were like barges.
Originally posted by ChessPraxisYou reminded me of my very own face (which I still recognize in photos and mirrors nine times out of ten). My right arm bent at the elbow and the fingers on my right hand stroked the whiskers on my cheeks and chin. Then I removed my reading glasses with the same right hand and proceeded to gently massage both eyeballs and sockets with the thumb and index on my left. Before returning the specs to the bridge I felt my familiar nose and smiled as I thought how glad I was that God put it on my face.
You reminded me to brush my teeth and shave. 😕
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyYou remind me of a toothache.
[b]You remind me...
You remind me of Mr RHP when you're there waiting for me at any and all hours of the day or night, like the new fully lined $50 NatureTex70 slippers (on sale for $32) I bought this past Thursday, as if entering a subscription for comfort.
You remind me of Miss STG whenever you appear interested in what I have to say and m ...[text shortened]... so than I do.
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Originally posted by HandyAndyYou just reminded me of some smart literary gent whose name I've forgotten but who, five or six hundred years ago, understood the full spectrum of pain and its all consuming power well enough to tersely note..."No philosopher with a toothache." Thanks.
You remind me of a toothache.
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consider this,
“The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's
real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and
exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.”
– George Orwell, "Politics and the English Language," 1946
Originally posted by robbie carrobieYou remind me of Jimmy Boswell with his trusty microscope lens leveled
consider this,
“The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's
real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and
exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.”
– George Orwell, "Politics and the English Language," 1946
on Johnson. Pray tell, what manner of self indulgent mockery is this?
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyShakespeare. You're welcome.
You just reminded me of some smart literary gent whose name I've forgotten but who, five or six hundred years ago, understood the full spectrum of pain and its all consuming power well enough to tersely note..."No philosopher with a toothache." Thanks.
Originally posted by HandyAndyEarlier this morning, Andy, you reminded me of an oriental practice. I chose to follow the example of some newspaper editors in the orient who intentionally leave several omissions, inaccuracies and typos in because they found their readership takes an almost fiendish delight in the "I gotcha moment" by reporting the errors to the editor which receive public mention and apology.
Shakespeare. You're welcome.
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyNice try, Bobby.
Earlier this morning, Andy, you reminded me of an oriental practice. I chose to follow the example of some newspaper editors in the orient who intentionally leave several omissions, inaccuracies and typos in because they found their readership takes an almost fiendish delight in the "I gotcha moment" by reporting the errors to the editor which receive public mention and apology.
You remind me of Pee-wee Herman, who, after falling off his bicycle, said, "I meant to do that!"
