Posted on 01/19/2005 9:51:40 AM PST by Mo1
Don't know just what this is..
However, I've checked in with my keeper..
And it's bedtime here..Goodnight yall. Sleep well..
.....Westy.....
The town of Chewandswallow is like many other towns, with tree-lined streets, schools, and stores. But the weather in Chewandswallow is very different: food comes down from the sky, three times a day.
“It never rained ran. It never snowed snow. And it never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and juice. It snowed mashed potatoes and green peas. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers.”
“Each day brought a different menu.
“After a brief shower of orange juice, low clouds of sunny-side up eggs moved in followed by pieces of toast. Butter and jelly sprinkled down for the toast. And most of the time it rained milk afterwards.”
The people of Chewandswallow enjoyed this instant food, until one day when the weather took a turn for the worse. Find out how the townspeople escaped the “pea soup fog” and got back to snow, rain, and supermarkets.
Sweet dreams, Westy
'morning. *whimper*
Nice photo...
Good morning!
that's hysterical, sl!
It's very, very easy to overpay in Venice - especially if you purchase from the first vendor in the market...the guys in the back are way cheaper I learned the hard way.
About half an hour later two guys walked into the restaurant and one says to the other, "Look Bo, der's dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin' it in the rain."
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Too funny, true, or no.
Have you ever wondered where and how yodeling began?
Many years ago a man was traveling through the mountains of Switzerland.
Nightfall was rapidly approaching and he had nowhere to sleep. He went up to a farmhouse and asked the farmer if he could spend the night.
The farmer told him that he could sleep in the barn.
As the story goes, the farmer's daughter asked her father, "Who is that man going into the barn?"
"That fellow traveling through," said the farmer. "needs a place to stay for the night, so, I told him he could sleep in the barn."
The daughter said, "Perhaps he is hungry.." So she prepared him a plate of food for him and then took it out to the barn.
About an hour later, the daughter returned. Her clothing disheveled and straw in her hair. Straight up to bed she went.
The farmer's wife was very observant. She then suggested that perhaps the man was thirsty. So she fetched a bottle of wine, took it out to the barn, and she too did not return for an hour. Her clothing was askew, her blouse buttoned incorrectly. She also headed straight to bed.
The next morning at sunrise the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as he left.
When the daughter awoke and learned that the visitor was gone, she broke into tears. "How could he leave without even saying goodbye," she cried. "We made such passionate love last night!"
"What?" shouted the father as he angrily ran out of the houe looking for the man, who by now was halfway up the mountain.
The farmer screamed up at him, "I'm going to get you! You had sex with my daughter!"
The man looked back down from the mountainside, cupped his hand next to his mouth, and yelled out.....
"LAIDTHEOLADEETOO"
It's cloudy here right now, so I'm glad we took to the sun yesterday. Good day for resting up today. Or............go shopping....;)
Beautiful grannie,
Could be your best yet.
That is a stunning work to feast the eyes on!:)
What is you favorit type of food?
All the food groups except chocolate?
Now I'm hungry. ;-)
I been looking for you LOL you don't like chocolate???????
Chocolate don't like me, well some don't seem to like me, I think it is the sugar they make it too sweet!
I knew when I was a kid in candy store after or before school don't get chocolate for I got a lightheaded feeling
I like to be in control
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