About the only thing is, when I was a little kid (I do not come from an agricultural background, by the way), I saw a pig sliding on ice.
It was a good thing I was wearing brown pants.
Ping for the Norway ping list.
After the experience of this morning, I decided that while "pickup-trucks-in-the-lake" stories attract a great deal of attention, they do not necessarily attract attention towards Norway, our gallant allies in the war against terror.
That was a rather raucous, riotous thread.
So in this second half of the news from Norway, the Nebraska of Europe, I retreated to the back pages. (Nobody goes to "chat" on Free Republic, but I thought it a good idea to try it out.) I hope to put Norway back on the front page tomorrow (Wednesday).
Thanks for the ping.
On New Year's Eve I was trying to carry my girlfriend accross a puddle, which turned out to be a sheet of ice, I ended up slipping and breaking my fibia and tibia. They had to insert 10 screws and a metal rod to stablize it. Ice stories now have a unique place in my heart.
On New Year's Eve I was trying to carry my girlfriend accross a puddle, which turned out to be a sheet of ice, I ended up slipping and breaking my fibia and tibia. They had to insert 10 screws and a metal rod to stablize it. Ice stories now have a unique place in my heart.