BS: What fills you with despair?

Subject: RE: BS: What fills you with despair?
From: GUEST,Lizzie Cornish
Date: 11 Oct 12 - 07:18 PM

Apathy

Subject: RE: BS: What fills you with despair?
From: Leadfingers
Date: 11 Oct 12 - 07:21 PM

Trying to get into Yahoo Groups to look at Getaway pictures

Subject: RE: BS: What fills you with despair?
From: Big Al Whittle
Date: 11 Oct 12 - 08:40 PM

The Radio Times

Every week, I think I've seen that already - then I realise I'll probably watch it again.

Subject: RE: BS: What fills you with despair?
From: Little Hawk
Date: 11 Oct 12 - 09:54 PM

I am reminded of a joke. An emotional therapist is counseling 3 men who have trouble expressing their emotions, using group therapy. He gives them a homework assignment for next Tuesday's session:

"Next week I want you each to dress up as an emotion which you've had trouble expressing in the past. Use clothing, color, body language, speech, props, costumes, and anything else you can come up with, and LIVE that emotion to the very core of your being when you arrive at class next week."

Next Tuesday comes. At 2:00 sharp the door creaks open and the first man stalks silently into the room, glaring about in all directions in a sulky manner. He is dressed in a lime green jumpsuit.

"What emotion are you demonstrating?" asks the therapist.

"Jealousy and envy," snarls the man. He sits down in one of the chairs and refuses to say another word.

"Marvelous!" says the therapist, scribbling busily in his notebook.

The door fairly bursts open as the second man storms into the room, shouting abuse, cursing, and waving his fists. He grabs a wooden chair and smashes it to bits, then grabs the bust of Freud off the desk and hurls it out the picture window, then rolls around on the carpet in a frenzy, literally chewing the rug.

The therapist is a bit taken aback, but nevertheless doesn't lose his cool. "And what emotion are you demonstrating?" he asks.

"RAGE!!!" bellows the man.

"Wonderful!" smiles the therapist. "You have done splendidly. You really make it convincing. Now have a seat. We must see what Mr Elroy has come up with...I trust he'll be here any minute..."

At which point the door again bursts open and Mr Elroy charges into the room stark naked, with a large ripe Bartlett pear impaled on the end of his erect penis.

The therapist's jaw drops. ""What emotion are you demonstrating?"

"I am fuckin' dis pear!" shrieks Mr Elroy.