| Amount of texts to »woman« | 80, and there are 61 texts (76.25%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 148 Characters |
| Average Rating | 2.225 points, 17 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 25th 2000, 21:29:15 wrote 150 ml odol about woman |
| Latest text | on May 6th 2009, 22:58:49 wrote @@Emily Aphra@@ about woman |
| Some texts that have not been rated at all
(overall: 17) |
on Jun 3rd 2007, 10:15:59 wrote
on Feb 10th 2001, 23:41:41 wrote
on Jan 17th 2006, 10:06:21 wrote |
Frank Leigh Dearie once met a woman jazz pianist with the same last name. Blossom Dearie had a voice of orange creams and long lovely fingers. Staring at Frank across the space of a tiny table in a tacky restaurant just outside San Francisco, she knew just what she wanted.
The old women, thrifty with words, haggling for oranges, their mouths take bites out of the air. They know the value of oranges. They had to learn everything on their own.
The young women are the worst off, no one has bothered to show them things. You can see their minds on their faces, they are like little lakes before a storm. They don´t know it´s confusion that makes them sad. It´s lucky in a way though, because the young men take a look of confusion for inscrutability, and this excites them and makes them want to own this face they don´t understand, something to be tinkered with at their leisure.
There was an old woman tossed in a basket.
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
But where she was going no mortal could tell,
For under her arm she carried a broom.
»Old woman, old woman, old woman,« said I,
»Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?«
"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky;
And I'll be with you by-and-by
What would this world be without women.
A world full of men.
WOMAN IS THE MYSTERY AT THE CENTER OF CREATION, THE BEARER OF LIFE AND THE MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE.
When I was in my early twenties, I knew everything there was to know about women.
Now some forty years later, I know nothing about them.
The older I get, the more baffled I am by them.
Three women are having lunch, discussing their husbands. The first says, »My husband is cheating on me, I just know it. I found a pair of stockings in his jacket pocket, and they weren't mine!«
The second says, »My husband is cheating on me, I just know it. I found a condom in his wallet, so I poked it full of holes with my sewing needle!«
The third woman fainted...
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