Thanks for the comment, YouMeUs... I found this really neat video. The amount of geese in this area is such a health hazard that town officials hired this K-9. The dog is on City Geese Chasing Duty. The doggy does seem to make some progress at the very end of the video. And the geese do sound more natural than the first video.
Should that be a laugh in the morning, then another laugh in the evening ? Or two laughs after I wake-up ? Or maybe only a quarter of one laugh, and spread them out, giving me a totals of eight short laughs throughout the course of the day ? And what is the most amount of laughs that you hope I have ?
In 1698, Peter The Great of Russia issued a Beard Tax, to be paid by anyone refusing to cut off their old-fashioned Russian beards, in favor of a clean-shaven Western look...
Reminiscing here, I was 18 on a date and before we went to the motel, I stopped at a grocery store named, A&P (Atlantic & Pacific). Damn, I'm showing my age, but anyway, I bought a can of whipped cream at the store to add to the sensuality that evening. It went well for the first few minutes, but soon turned into a stick mess which eventually lead us to the shower, which wasn't too bad either, but overall, the old standby works the best: Plain ole Saliva.
Maybe we are not the only small group of people on a social site: just sitting around and watching the forums and blogs. I think of all of the other dozens of social sites with people just cyberly bumping into each other and all of the young adults deeply involved with video gaming. Good Lord, I'm really beginning to believe that technology is replacing face-to-face human interaction. Albert Einstein predicted that this could happen to us.
I'm thinking about having a temporary post just outside of Nashville, Tennessee for a few days during Thanksgiving week and have as a central point, to maneuver from and to retreat to.
Yes Miss, something like that, but surly you remember the good times here. Just last Thanksgiving, me and the microwaveable Hormel turkey & stuffing dinner with the microwaveable mashed potatoes. Those were the days.
I have got away with not traveling for the holidays for the past five years and now, family has taken issue about it, similar to how the IRS suddenly appears looking for back taxes that are due. I will have a traveling festive bumeth in November.
Yeah, more complex than ever as my cousins' children now have children of their own and more in-laws than ever. Everyone is so spread-out and Thanksgiving is on a Thursday this year. Looking at extending Thanksgiving Day to four days, Thursday to Sunday to allow for traveling to have fellowship with as many as possible. It's sad to feel that we need a vacation after the vacation to recuperate.
Yep, I recently have chatted with family through email and can already feel possible arguments a brewing about who will meet where during the holidays. Holidays that are four months from now. Good God, seems to get more difficult every year with the immediate family, In-laws and Outlaws.
Bring forth the bosomed wench that seeks breast reduction and we shall perform the procedure on the table under the cocoa tree while playing mahjong on her stomach. And please keep-up with those game pieces. We don't need a malpractice suit.
Yes Sir, thank you for pointing out the error of my ways. And there is indeed more beans than breast in this thread. However, I did make an attempt to address my comments to the topic on 'comment post #99'. You see Sir, part of the problem was due to that handsome mule, truheart that damn near married me for my coffee, but do let us return to the issue of breast reduction if at all possible.
Thank you for the information from the homeland. I've just spent five minutes trying to confirm if it's cocoa tree or cocoa plant. And it seems to be an equal amount of sites with half that call it: Cocoa plant and the other half that call it: Cocoa tree. I guess it doesn't really matter the term, as long as it doesn't affect the flavor.
I can't think of a better reason, but getting back to mules, in Columbia the mules move coffee by day and cocoa by night. Come to think about it, we never see Juan Valdez's mule sleep, must be the beans.
RE: NEWS OF THE WEIRD
Caskets found as workers demolish mausoleum. - Wisconsin State Journal.