[A kiss is] “A peculiar proposition. Of no use to one, yet absolute bliss to two. The small boy gets it for nothing, the young man has to lie for it, and the old man has to buy it. The baby’s right, the lover’s privilege, and the hypocrite’s mask. To a young girl, faith; to a married woman, hope; and to an old maid, charity.” -Linus Price ‘Skipper’ Hayes (1906 - 1962): “V. P. I. Skipper” (about 1930)
Kock, knock.
Who’s there?
Keith.
Keith, who?
Keith me, thweetheart!
Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, a pretty girl said, “I want to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?” “Only one kiss per yard,” replied the smirking male clerk. “That’s fine,” replied the girl. “I’ll take ten yards.” With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk hurriedly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then held it out teasingly. The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little old man standing beside her. “Grandpa will pay the bill,” she smiled.
“A passionate kiss burns the calories in one potato chip.” -Francis Sheridan Goulart (1989)
A one-minute kiss burns twenty-six calories.
Kissing: A means of getting two people so close together that they can’t see anything wrong with each other.
“A little kiss can make a big difference.” -Author Unknown
“Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.” -William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Bad Dream
There was an old man of Peru,
Who dreamed he was kissing his shoe.
He woke in the night
In a terrible fright,
And found that it was perfectly true!
-Author Unknown
“You would think that, if our lips were made of horn, and stuck out a foot or two from our faces, kisses at any rate would be done for. Not so. No creatures kiss each other so much as birds.” -Thomas Buxton (Thomas Fowell Buxton (1786 - 1845))
Philemaphobia, also called philematophobia, is a persistent fear of kissing. Kissing is how you get germs - it’s horribly disgusting - and so gross!
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who loves to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add
Jenny kiss’d me.
-Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859)): as published in the “Monthly Chronicle” (November 1838)
This is ‘MFOL!’ . . . putting a little bubbly optimism into your day . . .
Kock, knock.
Who’s there?
Keith.
Keith, who?
Keith me, thweetheart!
Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, a pretty girl said, “I want to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?” “Only one kiss per yard,” replied the smirking male clerk. “That’s fine,” replied the girl. “I’ll take ten yards.” With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk hurriedly measured out and wrapped the cloth, then held it out teasingly. The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little old man standing beside her. “Grandpa will pay the bill,” she smiled.
“A passionate kiss burns the calories in one potato chip.” -Francis Sheridan Goulart (1989)
A one-minute kiss burns twenty-six calories.
Kissing: A means of getting two people so close together that they can’t see anything wrong with each other.
“A little kiss can make a big difference.” -Author Unknown
“Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.” -William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Bad Dream
There was an old man of Peru,
Who dreamed he was kissing his shoe.
He woke in the night
In a terrible fright,
And found that it was perfectly true!
-Author Unknown
“You would think that, if our lips were made of horn, and stuck out a foot or two from our faces, kisses at any rate would be done for. Not so. No creatures kiss each other so much as birds.” -Thomas Buxton (Thomas Fowell Buxton (1786 - 1845))
Philemaphobia, also called philematophobia, is a persistent fear of kissing. Kissing is how you get germs - it’s horribly disgusting - and so gross!
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who loves to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add
Jenny kiss’d me.
-Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt (1784 - 1859)): as published in the “Monthly Chronicle” (November 1838)
This is ‘MFOL!’ . . . putting a little bubbly optimism into your day . . .
