Posted on 10/28/2011 6:16:08 PM PDT by anotherBarbarian
Edited on 10/28/2011 6:36:31 PM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
Dear RedState.com (cross-posted),
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ryan Larsen. I’m a truth lover, chess player and avid political junkie. I co-founded....
OK, here is the point where the mods step in... Originally this Pro-Romney troll went on for about twenty thousand words about how wonderful Romney is and how everyone else sucks. You get the picture. He wrote it to our friends at RedState but posted it here. I take it, probably because he met the same fate there as he just did here. We the mods will save you from all that boredom and just allow you to point and laugh. Carry on.
I’ll have to agree with you on it being his responsibility. Of course, you can always give him subtle hints by putting the bills by his place at the table...
Does that mean I can't tell OldTax-lady about the Cub Scout Day Camp when six of us accidentally drank the fermented "bug juice" and woke up in Norfolk with the U.S.S. Raingutter Regatta tattoos?
I've never let anyone why you don't cut your hair short enough to show the back of your neck. Promise.
Unless you have contemporaneous time-stamped video evidence, that never happened!
*whew!*
What a relief! I would never live it down if someone had actually seen me doing ..uh.. what someone else said I might have done if they had seen me...
Exactly. Just as, in the absence of video, I didn’t just see Shannon do a backflip because she saw the tip of her tail moving, out of the corner of her eye, and thought it was a Threat.
Off we go for an array of shopping-type things. Tom can’t drive this time: too many people going.
My church has a new cat! He turned up last night when there was a liturgical meeting and kept walking in when the door opened. I guess he showed back up this morning, because when I went over to return a music score, he was lounging around the offices like he owned the place. The secretary was planning to hit up a vet in the congregation to neuter him as an “offering”!
Very friendly cat, a healthy young male, obviously has been eating well enough somewhere, white with patches of gray.
Awwwww....fercute!
Wish I had room for a kitteh...:o[
It can't be I. The walker has too few joints, too few legs, and the description has grammatical errors.
I don't know who thank, but the salve recipe shared waaay back on the Flamingo/Anteater thread has finally restored hair to my rat-tailed cat, Zoe.
On the other hand, she is no longer an artificial electric day-glo tangerine Pixie-Stick color and grey color. She's rather ordinary orange and grey.
So little children visiting my home no longer recoil from the rat tail, but they no longer have a desire to lick her either. I'm forced to do the grooming myself.
Must have been I due to the errors.
Probably through nightmare.
We have Legos, and giant Legos.
I’d like to promote the concept of ultra-miniature Legos.
Except they wouldn’t be Legos, of course. The Lego company doesn’t make little plastic pieces with circuitry built in.
I would call the company the Faxel Corporation. They would make “dust”, but the dust would be tiny little shapes that could be connected together.
Best way to do the assembly is with something like a printer. You load up the hoppers with dust of various colors, install the plans, and the machine, layer by layer, prints out what you’ve asked for.
Very pleased for your cat, Scoutmaster. Ours are blaming us for letting it rain on them! They’ll be even more upset when it’s in the 50s instead of the 70s tomorrow.
I’m off to get my feet up with Frank, Vlad, and James. After they finish “There Goes a Dump Truck!” again, we can watch “Valiant.” I think HTB recommended it.
And unlike a lot of movies there is some actual history woven in. Of course the talking pigeons who wear little aviator caps and hang out at military canteens are a bit of poetic license. :)
Thank you. But the circus has withdrawn its offer. The sideshow decided to go for an Irish Wolfhound with the heartbreak of psoriasis.
So I'm back to making contributions to the Codfish's college fund.
Incidentally, the 4'9" Peapod received her (very heavy) badge from the state Bureau of Investigation for which she works as a forensic chemist. I annoy her frequently by making her flip open her shield. There's something . . .cute . . . about 96 pounds of solid former gymnast muscle flashing a shiny gold BI shield and credentials . . . especially when you require it before you'll give her a hamburger off the grill.
Sorry, Tax-chick had a digital camera. I don't think she's the kind of Freeper who Photoshopped.
You look quite fit, by the way. My compliments.
In my case, she captured my scar. She told everyone it was a barbed wire accident, but I say piranhas in the Orinoco River, 1983. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. At least until somebody scans the police report.
Yes, it was very cute. The little boys and I enjoyed it, although everything but scenes of birds flying about went past Frank. He would come out of the fog occasionally and say, “Talking pigeon movie!”
It will be cute when Anoreth’s a firearms instructor, too.
How nice. They should name it Jim.
According to my boyfriend the proper term is “intimidating.”
Trying to get someone at the base in cape may to tell me whether I can expect to live in the barracks or if the government will finally release me from minimum security prison and let me get an apartment or what.
I got mine at the Chameleon in Bellingham, WA. If anyone’s looking for a good tattoo shop.
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