Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Government is simply the word for those things we choose to do badly together.
I know that feeling. Work has been crazy lately, a lot of VERY long days. Soon - croissants and some good etouffee.
How do we know this isn't a postdated post?I demand proof of life.
Figured you were off to Serbia to collect your trash...
glad I didn't throw a stone at that bird that was eying my .45 this afternoon, then..
Well, keep trying.
Really? I've always seen you as more Nanny Ogg myself. Mind you, this does explain a lot...
Had doubt been cast?
Does this mean we have to call you Esme or Weatherwax from now on?
Thank goodness we know three things.Ted Kennedy is gone.Michael Jackson is still dead.And Tam ain't dead.
Should have suspected it all along, what with the solid grasp of headology you display.Me, I've always identified with Ridcully. Bluff, hearty, and oblivious.
Be careful with those bees. Hey, new shirt / button idea:"Soul of Corporal* Carrot, body of Fred Colon**."*Captain now I guess**or Nobby Nobbs, as appropriate
Brad K--That's three WONDERFUL things.WV: abnes--makes the heart grow fonder.
Dare I go with the group and call you "Granny" or "Esme"? Running for cover. :D
"abnes--makes the heart grow fonder."No silly ... that's absinthe.
No, absinthe makes the head go yonder.
@Kristopher, Tam,Are you sure you aren't just thinking of the punch line of that really lame joke? Last spring old Leroy noticed a funny noise each time he broke wind, it sounded like the name of the company that made the small engine on his kid's go cart.Now, Leroy had a couple of aches and pains, from a sore jaw bone and drippy nose, to an ache in his shoulder and a hitch in his gitalong. But Leroy got on with his business.After the crops was in, though, Leroy decided to treat himself to a visit to the Doc. And he lists out all his complaints, even that whistley sounding sound as he broke wind. Which happened about every twenty minutes as fall came on. The dogs wouldn't sleep in the bedroom anymore, for some reason.Well, Doc found Leroy was allergic to the Missus toilet water. The hitch in his gitalong was a broken toe, that should heal again in another few weeks, with the wrap that Doc put on it. Leroy got a lecture and a hank of rope and pulley for some exercises for the bursitis in the shoulder.But Leroy really made Doc grin, when Doc realized the cause of the whistley noise."Leroy, you got to go see the dentist for your sore tooth and jaw, there ain't no getting around that. And that will take care of that breaking wind problem, too.""Doc, how can that be?" asked Leroy. "I guess the dentist can take care of my sore tooth, all right, but what does that have to do with that tune I been draggin' behind?""Leroy," says Doc, "Abscess makes the f*rt go 'Honda'!"
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