Monday, June 20, 2011

Quote of the day

Don't use profanity on the train, "especially those people who went to Harvard or Yale or are from Westport."

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, he, he, he, he. From Westport. Ha, ha, ha. That cracks FLG up.


HT to UD.

5 comments:

Withywindle said...

West By God Port, thank you.

The Ancient said...

FLG, Withy --

Do either of you think that the 20 somethings at your schools have any idea how easily they can can set their lives and potential careers on fire?

Withywindle said...

I blog, so I'm hardly a model of discretion.

FLG said...

Broadly speaking, there are three groups of Gtown students. 1) Kids who didn't get into Ivy League schools. 2) Kids who wanted to go to a Catholic university. 3) Kids who really want to be in politics/government and wanted to study in DC.

The Catholic are fine. The last group is keenly aware. It's only that first group who may have a problem. Indeed, I'd argue the person who cause the incident's two degrees from NYU means two Columbia rejections, and so she is probably in that same first group.

Anonymous said...

Westport

There's a little ranch house in the vale,
Pretty little ranch house up for sale;
All the shutters drawn,
Tenants all gone
And thereby hangs a long, unhappy tale.

'Cause he caught her in the kitchen playing Westport,
A game indigenous to suburban life,
Where you take a wife of whom you're not the husband,
While someone else's husband takes your wife.

Some people may claim that the name of the game is Scarsdale,
Or Beverly Hills, or even Shaker Heights,
But commuters from Manhattan call it Westport.
And it's the game that some of our local leading lights
Play
To while away those cold Connecticut nights.

Now in that little ranch house used to dwell
An advertising feller and his Nell.
Two kids and a pup,
Living it up,
And everything was sounder than a bell ---

'Til he caught her in the kitchen playing Westport
Between the washing machine and thermostat.
The husband thought it really was an outrage.
Said he, "You might at least remove your hat!"
Well, they may play it that way in Great Neck,
While in Levittown they'd never think it odd.

But there is not an architect in Westport
Who'll ever forgive the cad that said, "My God!
Sir.
I must have got the wrong cape cod!"

Since they are no longer groom and bride,
Quoting from the Sunday classified:
"Are there any takers
For three lovely acres
Of peaceful old New England countryside?"

'Cause he caught her in the kitchen playing Westport
Which would ordinarily be a cause for gloom;
But though the sanctity of wedlock's on the downgrade,
Currently housing is enjoying quite a boom!
And while they defame the name of the game in Boston,
Where naturally they think it's a dirty shame,
In the green and fertile pastures of suburbia
The local dealers in real estate acclaim
It
The best thing since the FHA, hey,
Westport is a grand old ...
'Midst pleasures and palaces ...
Westport is a grand old game.

dave.s.

 
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