Posted on 01/27/2008 6:57:51 AM PST by Mo1
I just fired up my lap top and it says Slide Show - you click on the then click on View show.
Then you will see something come on the screen.
Goodnight all - it is too late for me now.
I may be slow, but I’m good! :P
There was a picture on the screen and on the bottom right hand corner, “YouTube”
Hey, the collection is a hobby.
And the art is in HOW they are collected.
Many a golfer has cried in anguish at my appearance nearby.
Grinning my maniacal grin.
They know it’s only a matter of time...
braggart! : )
There is no top bar. The picture of the hutch goes all the way to the top of my screen.
Good night, Mr. Cardhu. Thank you for trying so hard to make it work! You’re a charm!
Lol! :)
He really is a Saint, yorkie. I don’t know how he puts up with me sometimes.....he should get an Oscar for that! :)
Good, as opposed to those of us who are undead, and have strange collections?
;-)
Does this mean you gave up your gnome collection?
Geez and I’ve got a few hundred stashed away in my attic for you. What shall I do...????
Rofl! Darks is sharp today as opposed to every other day until now. :P
Given up collecting gnomes?
Never.
Here’s why:
Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
You’ll feel a little tired and run down, today. Just a hunch, but that could explain those tire tracks on your shirt, as well...
I dunno what it is with these secretive government agencies and running down my lawn gnome. They practice in my yard all the time. Never ends. I’m out in the yard and hear “whop whop whop whop whop”.. Naturally I look at my shoes to make sure I didn’t step on anything before looking around.
A voice yells at me to ‘get down with my hands up’.
Complete nonsense, so I ask “what?!”
Finally I notice the huge helicopter hovering over my pool.
Guy must’ve been looking for somewhere to go fishing or something.
He was gesticulating wildly and waving his arms frantically.
I knew what was coming next, and sure enough, an urban assault vehicle comes tearing up into my yard and thumps down my lawn gnome.
Just like last week, I walked past a vehicle parked out in front of my house.
Guy inside it says, “He’s home.”
I ignored the ninjas jumping out my windows, they’re always ninjas jumping out my windows for some reason, and wandered up to my front door.
As I was unlocking the door, a pest control vehicle marked ‘S.W.A.T.’ drives across the grass and runs down my lawn gnome.
I barely had time to get the door open to escape those vicious psychotic lawn gnome murdering pest control guys.
And today, today my lawn gnome was run down by bicycle cops.
I’m gettin’ tired of burying my lawn gnomes.
They’re getting tired of it too and are now complaining.
The gnomes keep trolls at bay because trolls try to eat the gnomes.
So it’s a type of early warning system.
I hear the screaming and squealing of the gnome, and I run outside with old Bertha in time to see the troll standing in the yard with kicking gnome legs sticking out of his mouth.
A little quick application of rock salt and the troll is done.
As for the ninjas.
Dunno what they’re doing.
They don’t talk much, and they’re everywhere too.
I opened up the fridge, and a ninja was hiding in there.
He at least handed me what I was looking for before I closed the door again.
Dunno why he was in there, but I figured he had a reason to be in there.
It’s the fangs, and the clothes.
Everybody’s crazy for a sharp dressed man.
But one wonders how his upholstery looks afterwards.
ROFL! Quite a story, Darks! I have no doubt it’s all true. :)
lol!!
Lol! Now there’s a gnome just begging for an arse whoopin’!
Call out the trolls, Darks!!
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