Posted on 05/02/2002 8:03:52 PM PDT by Mo1
How about you??
Are we talking about the towel lady again?
My dad used a .22 rifle to kill the steers for his shop. It's a Winchester, I knew the model, I'd have to look it up. It belonged to my maternal grandfather, and was manufacted somewhere around 1912. My nephew has it. I inherited my dad's Remington 721, which I would prefer for taking down a cow. If I were going to hunt cows.
I had not seen it yet but I heard Rush talking about it today. He said the public just doesn't believe he's capable of the trash the demos always label Republicans with. He said nobody believes that he doesn't want all children to be educated or seniors to be without medicine. Yep, it looks like he's done exactly what he said he was going to do. He has restored dignity and honor to the Oval Office.
Merlot, the Horror
Merlot, everyone's favorite red wine in the '90s, reached its trendoid apotheosis when it was name-checked not once but twice on Seinfeld ("The Rye," in January 1996, and "The Yada Yada," in April 1997, in which Kramer memorably uttered: "I live for merlot."). Yep, merlot was hot, it was happening, it was what we all wanted to drink—or what we all wanted to talk about drinking.
But, oh, how grape expectations pop. Due to massive overexposure, merlot, a perfectly respectable and delicious wine, has hit the skids in recent years. Usually, I don't feel bad about toppling food trends. In fact, I worked on a story in the January 1997 issue of Food & Wine that put merlot on a "tired trend" list. But I did get upset when I heard the following from a friend: Just the other day, my buddy was dining at Lupa, a restaurant owned by Food Network superstar Mario Batali. He asked for a glass of merlot. "We don't have merlot," the waiter sniffed, rolling his eyes....
I am thankful that I still have clean boxer-briefs!!
The rain had just passed, and I thought I was home free, to go busting out the door. I was about 25 feet away from the door when a nice forking strike hit, and STAYED on the ground for a second.
I jumped like one of those Lions in the old Tarzan movies when they were shot, and made a BEELINE for the door.
One time, I was standing beside of my G-ma on her porch, when a strike hit about 45 yards away, right in front of us, out of a reasonably clear sky.
Another time their phone was knocked across the room and their outside box was blown across the yard, by a rogue strike.
I don't f*@k around with Lightning!!!!!!
YES!
Close enough to go *SNAP* and powerful enough to rattle fillings.
I think up here we are in the clear
Well if we are .. she is scaring the Bleep out of Ratty .. fofl
Oh My .. fofl
And brought the american people back together again ..
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