Topic: A Broken Clock...
msharmony's photo
Mon 05/07/12 11:05 AM
is still right twice a day.

Its an analogy of how noone is ALWAYS right or ALWAYS wrong, no matter how well or how little we think of them


who is a 'broken clock' that you were surprised to agree with?

mine is early Simon Cowell, who I mostly found crude and pointless,,but I agreed with this statement

'If you`ve got a big mouth and you`re controversial, you`re going to get attention.'

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Mon 05/07/12 11:10 AM
Edited by Rawrr_Girl on Mon 05/07/12 11:12 AM
I can't stand Simon Cowell. He only cares about money, and messing his entire staff around. I just can't watch any of his shows. He makes me feel nauses as he's so selfish. He only cares about himself. People like this will end up very lonely. Then again, rather be that than say, a woman pretending to be a lesbian. What's the hype about? They deserve a big slap in the face if you ask me. lol

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Mon 05/07/12 11:11 AM
h! Ladys

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Mon 05/07/12 11:15 AM
Ooooops! Not saying YOU are pretending to be a lesbian or whatever, msharmony. I was just comparing that situation to what could be worse.

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Mon 05/07/12 11:18 AM
Some people would say that Obama is a broken clock, but I would disagree. Obama has yet to be right about anything.

Totage's photo
Mon 05/07/12 11:19 AM
I'm not a broken clock, I just lack hands.

msharmony's photo
Mon 05/07/12 11:36 AM

I'm not a broken clock, I just lack hands.



laugh

wux's photo
Tue 05/08/12 12:47 PM
Edited by wux on Tue 05/08/12 12:48 PM
Some people are broken clocks. Some are broken records. Some have broken hearts, and some have broken their words.

Some have broken up with their partners, some have broken down crying, some have broken through the glass ceiling, some have broken up the fight.

Some have broken the sound barrier, some have broken records, some have broken their bones, some have broken their horse in.

Some broken piece of life shards we are, we are stardust and yesterdays answers, we are yesterday's latex gone wrong, and that's how we became beasteards.

In gods we must trust, with money we pay debts, both private and public, we pay our dues, and lay our bets.

We are marching on to the future. We want to look ahead, see the terrain in the younder. I see many holes, six feet deep for us each, being said bye-bye to, by none but a priest.