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| Author | Comment | Klausi
Mar-10-2005, 11:19 GMT
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Germany
 | A (three) wife(s) (once she came in and said "What´s wrong, sweet boy...", before he held another one close, but she faded in the night).
And a son as "travelling companion".
But, to be honest, I don`t know the situation in other countries, but in Germany ex-wifes, as stated by Bodo, and (not-ex-)children are very expensive.
"It`s cheaper to keep her".
So he might be lucky with these real estates, but they in fact have to be regarded as liabilies and question his property and financial credit even more.
That makes me all very unsecure. The next time I visit a concert of him, I`ll pay afterwards. | | | | Bodo
Mar-10-2005, 13:44 GMT
IP:
Austria
 | That remindes me of the OTP scene, when Paul mentioned that he has a ex-dog
:-) | | | | Klausi
Mar-10-2005, 13:48 GMT
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Germany
| Now that we learned from Bodo and Nathgertsch his risky situation (even no further divorce allowed), and from Balsa what he mentions as his property (a good time, the vision, a "J"!), I understand some lyrics much better.
"If I have money", and, in the same song, "where the evening meal is negotiable if there is one".
Now I see, why he doesn`t wear a hair-piece anymore (first thought it was about showing the truth not only in, but also on his head).
Oh, it depresses me. I would send him some money, but there are so many Paul Simons, I would surely pick the wrong guy. Maybe a rich one! This would make me angry. So I prefer to be depressed as the right Paul Simon earlier in his life, when he was rich. | | | | balsa
Mar-10-2005, 21:55 GMT
IP:
France
 | Klausi, I just dig your humour. Ever heard this one?
A guy goes into a toy-shop, wants to buy a Barbie doll for his daughter. So he starts looking at a huge number of Barbies all over the shelves, and at the same time, he glances at the price -tags underneath each of them. They´re all more or less the same price, say 20$... The Surfing Barbie, the Skiing Barbie, the Rock-Star Barbie, all of them around 20$. And suddenly he finds one with a 200$ price-tag, so he just wonders why the hell it´s so damn expensive and he asks the shop assistant, and she says: "Oh yes, that´s the Divorcee Barbie, so you get Ken´s house, Ken´s car, Ken´s yacht and Ken´s private island in the Bahamas together with the doll..." | | | | Klausi
Mar-10-2005, 23:21 GMT
IP:
Germany
| Well, great and thank you! I guess (hope) somehow we are on the same wave.
A story just related to yours, can´t find a connection to Paul Simon, which is a shame. (I don`t relate it to his trip to Brazil, that would say nothing).
A man wants to buy an "ARA" (kind of parrot - the birds, which can speak). Three choices.
"This one is beautiful", he sais, "how much is it" (the first question for some guys).
"100 Dollars. He can speak quite well".
"Okay, the one beside him is also beautiful, how much?"
"200 Dollars". "Why?" "His main colour is blue, which is rare. He also understands you, and he can call the police in case of your absence, if needed".
"What about the third one? He is really not attractive with his grey colour and also he looks very Old. What is he able to do?"
"500 Dollars. He really learned nothing and can do nothing but sit and sleep."
"??Why the price?"
"The other ones call him the Boss."
| | | | balsa
Mar-10-2005, 23:36 GMT
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France
| Good! (in fact, Iknew it but didn´t remember the end...)
Hey, where are you from in Germany? I went to Köln years and years ago, couldn´t speak one single german word and Nobody (where I was staying, a few kilometers out of Köln) seemed to understand English. Except on the evening before my departure, when they threw some kind of party and there was a girl who actually understood English and could speak a little bit. Since I had spent almost a month without any real communication with any human being whatsoever, I´m so glad someone understands me at last and we start talking and joking and laughing... That´s when the girl´s friend gets upset, thinking I´m trying to steal her from him or something... Even now that sweet memory lingers... Fortunately, I was leaving the next day... | | | | Klausi
Mar-11-2005, 09:16 GMT
IP:
Germany
| I live about 150 km north from Cologne (Köln), near the dutch border in Coesfeld, 36.000 inhabitants.
I know Köln very well, my best friend lived there for a couple of years and another woman I know since 1979 still lives there. I don`t like the average mentality of those people, they are friendly on the first view and egoistic on the second and all further views. This of course is a cliche.
But Köln, still a major city with a million inhabitants, was the most important city in the middle ages together with Lübeck (now not so important, but nice) in Germany. Maybe one reason for the proud people.
The Romans founded it. The Bishop was always an important person in history (thank god not so important anymore...).
The "Dom" (gotic church) ranks among the greatest of his age. But of course, the greatest are in France!
Last time I`ve been there was for a Concert of two Old men, singing old songs, but for surprisingly many young people! | | | | balsa
Mar-11-2005, 09:24 GMT
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France
| Who the hell are you talking about? | | | | Klausi
Mar-11-2005, 10:59 GMT
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Germany
| The Everly brothers! | | | | balsa
Mar-11-2005, 13:13 GMT
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France
| Now you couldn´t refrain on this one, could you? | | | | Scaaty
Mar-11-2005, 15:48 GMT
IP:
Ireland
 | if there are no kids and the (ex) wife is rich surely she has no claims to her husbands property or money or dog - I´m thinking Carrie Fisher here. | | | | balsa
Mar-11-2005, 22:31 GMT
IP:
France
| Well, Klausi, we´re not gonna bother everyone else on this forum with parrots stories that have no relation with Paul whatsoever, are we? Of course not.
OK. So, this one is about Paul´s parrot. It´s a very, very clever parrot. Almost human, to say the truth. Well, Paul is out for a concert or a studio session or whatever, and, suddenly, a fire breaks out in the house. Nobody´s in there but the parrot and the fire is raging and soon the whole house is gonna be history. But no! The very clever parrot somehow manages to reach with its beak for the lock of its cage, springs it open, flies out into the suffocating smoke towards the telephone. With considerable efforts, he succeeds lifting the receiver and, concentrating heavily on what he has learnt, he dials the fire department number.
At last, a fireman answers and says:"Fire department, where´s the fire?" And the very clever parrot says:"Errrrrr... Koko?" | | | | lost
Mar-13-2005, 21:05 GMT
IP:
Canada
 | i think i should find out, by robbing the bank or breaking into paul´d house.
HEHEHE
but i wont
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