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Posted on 03/01/2011 1:23:44 AM PST by JustAmy
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You’re welcome! :)
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Lamh Foistenach Abu!
Thanks Meg!
Thank YOU Teenie.
I really appreciate that Luv! Thank you.
All the dehydrated food sounds interesting yorkie. You’ll have to do taste tests for us, lol.
Hepburn and Bogart in Sabrina - in a boat, lol. How neat, thanks Pam.
Oh how I love that song and what a lively choir that is, lol. Thanks Seadog. We are having a drought here. I’ve worried about radiation along the west coast too.
LOLOLOL, so funny and yet it’s not. Hope you aren’t glowing.
Thanks Seadog!
I don't know where in CA you are but, just a bit ago, we had one HUGE thunder/hail storm! We, for once, didn't lose power either! I was totally shocked!
Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, ‘Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.’
‘Oh yeah?’ said Charlie , ‘And how did this one end?’
‘When it was over,’ Mike replied, ‘She came to me on her hands and knees.’
‘Really,’ said Charles , ‘Now that’s a switch! What did she say?’
She said, ‘Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.’
That is one big puppy! He probably eats out of a wheelbarrow!
Good dog to have around. LOL
Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and asks the first man he meets, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’
The man said, ‘I do, Father.’
The priest said, ‘Then stand over there against the wall.’
Then the priest asked the second man, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’
‘Certainly, Father,’ the man replied.
‘Then stand over there against the wall,’ said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and asked, ‘Do you want to go to heaven?’
O’Toole said, ‘No, I don’t Father.’
The priest said, ‘I don’t believe this. You mean to tell me that when you die you don’t want to go to heaven?’
O’Toole said, ‘Oh, when I die , yes. I thought you were getting a group together to go right now.’
...LOL... We had no thunder or hail, but possibly what Potlatch’s friends in Texas might refer to as a gully-washer. Sky opened up.
Pretty unusual for us, but the rain was coming down so hard it was overflowing the gutters on all sides of the house, and water rushing down the mountain, across and over the street, apparently ignoring the culverts.
I got what appears to be a few yards of new dirt in my front yard, in just a few minutes, courtesy of the neighbor’s orchard, across the street. ...I may agree to give it back to him this coming summer, if he wants it...LOL
Paddy was in New York .
He was patiently waiting and watching the traffic cop on a busy street crossing. The cop stopped the flow of traffic and shouted, ‘Okay, pedestrians.’ Then he’d allow the traffic to pass.
He’d done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk.
After the cop had shouted, ‘Pedestrians!’ for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, ‘Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?’
‘Did you see the paper?’ asked Gallagher. ‘They say I died!!’
‘Yes, I saw it!’ replied Finney . ‘Where are ye callin’ from?’
He says, ‘Sir, have you been drinking?’
‘Just water,’ says the priest.
The trooper says, ‘Then why do I smell wine?’
The priest looks at the bottle and says, ‘Good Lord! He’s done it again!’
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.
She said, ‘You were drunk again last night weren’t you?’
Patton said, ‘Why you say such a mean thing?’
‘Well,’ Kathleen said, ‘it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly ....... it’s all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
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