Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Government is simply the word for those things we choose to do badly together.
Bob & Tom used to play a 911 call where a guy put a "dead deer" into his back seat and the "dead" deer came back into the realm of the living.Invasive Lizard? That is a Dead Milkman tribute band from Akron, Ohio.Shootin' Buddy
I wonder how those escaped Boas and Pythons down there are handling the cold? An Orlando friend found a 12' Reticulated Python in his back yard digesting the neighbor's Peke.Perhaps the temps will reduce that population.
As I said over there:http://www.iguanacookbook.com/If they're not moving that makes them that much easier for me to fill my tactical wheelbarrow with 'em!I bet they're yummy!
Quick thought, On the blog header, shouldn't "Any money that the government "pumps into" the economy to "boost" it had to be pumped out of the economy in the form of taxes in the first place" have an addendum saying "minus a large handling fee"? Check your e-mail, I have a question about something being shipped to you. Ed.
Dang, what a wonderful name for a rock band--"The Frozen Iguanas". What might have been...*sigh*...cap'n chumbucket
Big Lizard in my Backyard was the BEST Milkmen album, claws down. My fave song? "Gorilla Girl" :PSecond fave? "Retards to the Zoo".And, of course, "Bitchin' Camaro" has a special place lol
I saw a show along the lines of Candid Camera where the girl hails a cab. She gets the cabbie to open the trunk so she can put her albino boa (in its cage) in, then she gets in the passenger seat while an accomplice climbs into the back seat.This accomplice has a big goofy plush albino boa head sock puppet.It was simple-premise magic.Jim
Are you sure you're not thinking of "Fat guy in a little coat"? I think "big lizard in my back seat" was the parody song, to the same lyrics.
Just as long as they don't ry to transport them on an airliner.Samuel L. Jackson would not be pleased by that.WV: sablesseA warm fur coat for reptiles? Or a german dish made from small mammals? I guess it depends on how you pronounce it.
I am reminded of the Monty Python (of course) movie The Holy Grail, wherein the elderly person is taken out to the dead meat wagon, despite his claims of, "I'm not dead yet! I'm feeling better! I think I'll go for a walk!"But then again, there are very few situations in life wherein I am unable to reference Monty Python.
I'm particularly fond of Going to Graceland and Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern, but that's just me. Bitchin' Camaro was a pretty sweet ride, though.
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