That book, yes, we had it rammed down our throats at school.
May have to visit that as it's not to far away.
Posted on 04/09/2013 5:27:53 PM PDT by Darksheare
Woking. It’s a cylinder and a tripod. Surely you know the book? Written in 1898, by a guy named Herbert?
It looks like a hat, to me. More like a hat than Kathleen’s milk cup, at least.
Four goes here too, but I kept getting the SAME PERSON for the driver test and by NY rules governing that you are not supposed to get the same tester.
Why?
Well, for teh reason I kept failing teh drivers test, teh lady grader was a real witch and hated men, she would fail you simply because you were male.
Oh, and if it was cold out, your windows began fogging, and you turned on the air to clear the windshield?
SHE’D TURN IT OFF.
So I went one city over for my drivers test.
The lady grading it said afterwards, ‘Hon, I don’t see why [dragonlady] hated you so much. Her letter was full of [excrement]!”
Yes, apparently dragonlady decided to write a letter to the DMV to protest me testing there.
Gurg, as the plants might say. I found some websites for Elen to study more.
Raucous round of applause to me, I have just run (what I call running) 4 miles in 50 minutes! And nothing hurts too much, since I got the new shoes. Shannon congratulated me and said, “Nik nyarll arg-ark,” which I think is, “Take a shower, please, and I’ll sit in your chair for you.”
Don’t catch cold.
Yeah, Gurg about describes it.
And yes, when teh lady turned off teh defroster I told her that if she touched it again I’d break her fingers off as by then it was the twentieth tie or so that she’d done it.
So she did it again in the middle of the parallel park.
I glared at her and proceeded to park, she claimed I scraped a tree.
[No, the mirror would have come clean off if I had.]
She was a piece of work.
To get Shannon back for taking your seat, give her scritches before hopping in the decontamination unit, that way she must wash from head to tail repeatedly before you get back.
I considered posting that image, but I wanted to show the cylinder as well.
What a truly charming 'Person'.
I ended up with the chief examiner for the county in my clutches for an hour and a half.
The previous Examiner had 'over stepped the bounds of safe conduct' to put it politely.
I had a 'heated discussion' with him in the test centre car park after the test.
My instructor put in a letter.
Must be caused by expanded feelings of importance.
It is summer now...only one Coat and a Brolly are now required. :)
Rammed down your throat? I’ve read it at least a dozen times, have every film version ever made, hope some day to get the opera version.
YAY!
I just vacuumed, and my back is hurting a little, so I’m going to recline in the Laz-E-Boy and tend to some knitting. All these projects...
They all have a destination, but I am so SLOW!
And Igor’s personal history has idled for almost an entire month while I was hopping about the country. It will not be finished by Hockeybughow’s birthday in three weeks.
“Must be caused by expanded feelings of importance.”
Yes, usually if you see tham in the bar blitzed out of theirminds, they scream at you something to the effect of “Don’t you know who I am?!”
My usual immediate response usually gets me in trouble.
“What a truly charming ‘Person’.”
Well, *cough* the lady was absolutely certain my family had something to do with a certain murder that happened in the area in 1990.
So she was bound and determined to be as big a [censored] as she could be.
So imagine my planet crushing glee when they finally caught the guy who did it, and it was one of that areas own.
There isno word in the English language to describe the amount of gloat I had.
Yes, I do drive by the drivers test area and smirk at the lady once in awhile.
She stands there with her face persimmons’ed shut.
I was referring to the innocuous little virus that saved the world from the thingies in the photo. I’m sure the virus runs rampant in that part of the Isles.
It’s the fog.
The fog particles require something to accrete on.
The cold virus forms a nice base to accrete a fog particle, and the fog creates colds.
Then, the now zombified denizens wander the countryside looking for soup broth and tissues.
Poor dears.
But hey, can’t happen here, right?
*looks outside, sees fog rolling in*
NO!
It’s found me!
They did that to us with “Romeo and Juliet” as well as “Julius Caesar”.
Still can’t get “Doth Brutus Bootless Kneel?” out of my head.
“The dinner, which was a cold one”
What’s a cold one, in this context?
Apparently, during a history final at prestigious Brown University, there was a <finger quotes> gentleman </finger quotes> sitting about the middle of the room clearly cheating. He didn't even bother to hide the fact that he was looking in his books, looking on the papers of other students, etc.
The proctor noted the behavior but made no attempt to stop it.
Finally, with only a few people left still working, the student arose and proceeded to the front of the room and offered his paper to the proctor. The proctor said, "I'm sorry, I can't accept your paper. You're free to leave."
The student just said, "Excuse me?"
The proctor replied, "I've been watching you this entire time. I don't think there's a mark on that paper that represents your own thought or knowledge. I can't accept it. You're free to go."
The student glared at the proctor. "Don't you know who I am?" he asked in a haughty tone of voice.
The proctor was nonplussed. "No, I don't know who you are. But it wouldn't matter if you were the President's own son. I can't accept your paper."
The student drew himself up to his full height and turned to address the few remaining students still working on their exams. "Do any of you know who I am?" he asked them.
Some bothered to look at him blankly, but most just shook their heads and continued on with their work.
He turned back to see the proctor grinning at him. "You're free to go," the proctor offered again.
So the student lifted up half the stack of completed exams, stuck his in the middle and said, "Good luck finding my paper. Have a nice morning." And he left.
The fog comes in on little cat feet. Keeps you from noticing the big knife it carries.
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