For all you lurkers with a low post count

[the GOAT]

I have just returned from Boston. It is the only thing to do if you find yourself there.

 

[the GOAT]

Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

 

[Marshy]

I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop.
Where she sits she shines, and where she shines she sits.

 

[the GOAT]

Inherent in the ordination to be bishop is both the right and the obligation to be directed by inspiration.

 

[Marshy]

How many boards
Could the Mongols hoard
If the Mongol hordes got bored?

 

[the GOAT]

Many might go to heaven with half the labor they go to hell.

 

[Marshy]

How can a clam cram in a clean cream can?

 

[the GOAT]

A person can stand almost anything except a succession of ordinary days.

 

[Marshy]

Send toast to ten tense stout saints' ten tall tents.

 

[the GOAT]

Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.

 

[Marshy]

Denise sees the fleece,
Denise sees the fleas.
At least Denise could sneeze
and feed and freeze the fleas.

 

[Marshy]

Coy knows pseudonoise codes.

 

[the GOAT]

You, too, can determine what you want. You can decide on your major objectives, targets, aims and destination.

 

[wildroamer]

My father used to tell me that if I masturbated, I'd go blind.

My response was always, "Hey Dad. I'm over here."

 

[Marshy]

Sheena leads, Sheila needs.

 

[the GOAT]

Free speech is intended to protect the controversial and even outrageous word; and not just comforting platitudes too mundane to need protection.

 

[Marshy]

The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday.

 

[Tiewire]

At least I have one chance of winning.

 

[the GOAT]

A topologist is one who doesn't know the difference between a doughnut and a coffee cup.

 

[Marshy]

Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug - although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty year old thug thought of that morning.