Lenny drove everyone nuts. He said only the one thing: “Same old same old.”
“How you doing, Lenny?”
“Same old same old.”
“What you doing over summer, Lenny?”
“Same old same old.”
“What would you like for Christmas, Lenny?”
“Same old same old.”
The expression was like a disease. It caught on. Everyone was saying it. Same old same old. Same old same old. It was the same old same old same old.
Eventually it was all the entire English-speaking world said. Which was good because no one could ask any more stupid questions.
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Thanks – although it’s a bit if the same old same old…
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lol
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A very refreshing take on human preoccupations. Every time that phrase is repeated, a deeper meaning of the ‘same old’ unfolds.
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It’s a phrase that would go to infinity! (On another matter – they are editing a volume of Cynthia’s poems and I suggested they use your “Goodbye, Cynthia Jobin” posting as an intro – they said they were looking into it – hope that’s ok to suggest that…)
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My post on Cynthia was a mere flutter in agony and despair. An intro to Cynthia’s volume of poetry would need something more sublime to match the contents to follow. Thanks, Bruce! I would be happy if they mention my name somewhere.
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Well I can’t read it without shedding a tear – then again I shouldn’t be reading it while peeling onions.
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Incorrigible Bruce! I was just rereading my post on Cynthia. Towards the end, it still left me with a lump in my throat. I remembered exactly the sadness of moments as I wrote about her. We truly loved our departed friend. I hope they put in my little thing somewhere in that book you mentioned.
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Haha, hahaha! That was funny!
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Lenny – some lad – needs a good shaking
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rattle and roll…
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NOT the same old, same old post!
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