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Here are the New Year items that I was supposed to upload yesterday but that fucking lobster fucked me up. I haven't been that sick in a long, long time. Maybe I'm allergic to it.
Anyway, here is the last of the New Year's stuff:
Clever girl.
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No sun—no moon!
No morn—no noon—
No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!—
November!
—Thomas Hood, from “No!”
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FUN WITH LANGUAGE
155 years after the Civil War.
I guess we shouldn't be too surprised that they can't move on after losing the election.
BTW, that is in SC.
Kevin Craigen showed up at Mass one Sunday and the priest almost fell down when he saw him. He'd never been to church in his life.
After Mass, the priest caught up with him and said, "Kevin, I am so glad ya decided to come to Mass. What made ya come?"
Craigen said, "I got to be honest with you Father, a while back, I misplaced my hat and I really, really love that hat. I know that Jeff Holtz had a hat just like mine and I knew he came to church every Sunday. I also knew that he had to take off his hat during Mass and figured he would leave it in the back of the church. So, I was going to leave after Communion and steal Holtz's hat."
Later, the priest said, "Well, Kevin I notice that ya didn't steal Holtz's hat. What changed your mind?"
Craigen replied, "Well after I heard your sermon on the 10 Commandments, I decided that I didn't need to steal Holt's hat after all"
With a tear in his eye, the priest gave Craigen a big smile and said, "After I talked about 'Thou Shalt Not Steal' ya decided you would rather do without your hat than burn in hell?"
Craigen slowly shook his head. "No, Father, after ya talked about 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' I remembered where I left my hat."
OBJECTS OF INTEREST
Buy a tiny house from IKEA
187 sq ft. tiny house for US$50,000.
1942: British Humour.
Benghazi area, North Africa.
(That's a captured German Stuka)
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Weekend Safety Brief
Do not add to the population.
Do not subtract from the population.
Stay out of the hospital, newspaper, and jail.
If you do end up in jail establish dominance quickly.
MYSTERY THEME SECTION
Snapdragon is a game from the 18th and 19th centuries that involves sticking your hand in a bowl of flaming brandy to snatch a raisin. While it sounds painful and dangerous, the parlor game was a Christmas tradition, and a chance to show off your bravery.
I can smell it like I was doing the sweeping.
The 603 km/h seven-car Maglev
I want you to listen to this cooker make sounds like the screams from hell: CLICK HERE
Christmas in America
With extraordinary sound: CLICK HERE
Arabs Dancing
*MNBT
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3 comments:
Puzzle:..
The light's on but nobody's home.
A19:
What is your problem with southerners? I'm retired, but I live in SC, and throughout my career had to struggle with the bias from people who feel that they are inherently smarter just because they are from northern states. They seldom were, but they all wanted to point out that I couldn't survive in the "fast paced environment" they were from. They couldn't even keep up with me.
My customers were from New York, Boston, Canada, Michigan, and other areas. We worked well together, although they often struggled with the fact that my company could initiate innovative solutions they did not initially discover.
Then you come along, and portray southerners as stupid and backward. Do you really believe that someone's intelligence is predicated on his or her geographical location? This would seem to be a bias.
I realize that this is your blog, and you can incorporate your own personal ideas. I have read your musings for a couple of years, and enjoy your comments on the absurdities and incongruities of modern life, but when you characterize me as stupid I have to respond.
What a snowflake...
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