Posted on 04/02/2012 12:33:56 PM PDT by trailhkr1
Cops: Accused Prostitute Offered Undercover Officer Sex For Cheeseburgers Off McDonald's Dollar Menu
The woman, the detective reported, replied that the pair “could go have sexual intercourse if I bought her two double cheese burgers off the dollar menu at McDonald’s.” The cop added, “I agreed to the deal and purchased the hamburgers for $2.75.”
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I can’t imagine ggrowing up without a garden, where the peas, carrots and potatoes were all cooked into a tasty meal. New little yummies! Then we also had chives, cherries, plums, apricots from a neighbor to the north, apples from a neighbor to the south, and fresh-laid eggs.
There were strawberries, raspberries, and even gooseberries, and my mother spent summers canning the produce. We even had wild asparagus on the ditch bank!
Of course, when the opportunity came to try fresh cow’s milk, I refused because it didn’t come in a bottle, therefore, it wasn’t really milk. *hahahah*
You introduce yourself as a character in your own story?
I can tell you, this is not likely to end well.
LOL, no.
That’s just how I re-entered the thread.
But now that you mentioned it.
They like tomatoes, peas, and so on, but the younger ones don’t care for the peppers much. We don’t grow corn, but they all like that. Maybe I’ll try squash next year; last year, people around the area were saying that their squash just didn’t get squash on it.
Sorta like Stag, on Rexxie, busting through the back wall of the Smoky Back Room, which is what started this whole thing in the first place...
Meanwhile: "Where are these typos coming from?!"
And now, I’m off to bed...I hope I can sleep tonight.
If you hear a weird noise that has both a heavy bass note and a high piched squeel followed by a thud on your table downstairs, it’s just a Dimensional Jumper making a mistake, he’ll figure it out.
I just figure it’s my roommate doing whatever it is he does in the basement...
Does the roomy smell of singed hair and burnt metallic particles afterwards?
The problem with being a character in your own story is that you lose all your powers. You can no longer be omniscient, and you might even be demonstrably mortal.
That happened to me, but fortunately I was able to wangle a resurrection out of it. See my tagline.
Only if he’s been welding.
I was thinking what it would be like to be a victim of dimensional hopping.
Something along the lines of two knuckleheads somewhere going, “What does this button do?”
And the results are that some poor sap goes on an uncontrolled vacation across different dimensions.
As for showing up in my own stories, I doubt I will seriously do such.
Time Travel
Well, Otto had an attitude -- the world owed him a living,
His every act was take, take, take. He was so un for giving.
He made his phone calls all collect, his postage went out due,
And if you dropped a hat on him, you knew that he would sue.
All in his life was backward. Contention made him thrive.
But all who knew him wondered why he even was alive.
His constant usurpations, his grabbing, stingy ways,
One wondered how he dealt with such a gift of endless days.
The answer was, he felt it wrong that time be wasted so.
Much better that control was used, to interrupt the flow.
And so he made a time machine, to garner all he could,
He got the theory right enough; designing, not so good.
He ended going sideways, through shifting constant days,
Of sun just peeking up above a distant morning haze,
And people frozen in their tracks, but changing even so,
Before long he had lost his way, and knew not where to go.
Alas, he'd traveled much too far, to find his way again,
He journeyed in a circle then, of ever-widening spin,
The classic searching pattern, of fable and of rhyme,
But he remains a lost soul yet. No one would give him time.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . August 4, 2007
Perhaps your area has a shortage of crosspollinators. I think it’s sort of yucky to pollinate the female zucchini blossoms so I back away from that stuff. We’re getting enough zucchini and everything else, for that matter.
It’s possible. DP says we’ve got more bees this year than in previous years.
What a lovely website! I have a Wampanoag great-grand somebody or another, but my familiarity w/the three sisters is through the Navajos (Grandpop wasn’t too generous with the details.) Site bookmarked, and will try it next year. Some people in my vicinity already practice that method. You can see it when you drive along the highway.
Thanks!
Oh, thank goodness—the universe is righted again—you’re all back together.
G’night and sweet dreams, y’all!
My husband mentioned that genetically modified plants were being blamed for the bees’ immunocompromise and demise. The bees this year look like a different set of colors, but they’re not aggressive toward Crowbar and me, and we just get out of the way and let them do their thing. I have enough weeds to pull in areas where there aren’t any blossoms, so it’s working out fine. Still, I’d get out of the way to let the bees do their thing, even if it were not convenient. Ya gotta set priorities.
G’night and sweet dreams!
P.S. Somebunnies been eating the strawberries. If the strawberries induce them to leave the tomatoes, watermelons and cantaloupes alone, it’s worth it. These bunnies have escaped both of the mama foxes, so they’re pretty crafty. I love the way the Creator works!
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