I'm waiting too long. So I wrote this song.
My stomach is growling, don't ignore my meowing,
I just wanted you to know... there is no food in my bowl...
Posted on 07/03/2014 11:39:53 AM PDT by skeptoid
Nome is used to rowdy residents, but some relatively new transplants are making a real nuisance of themselves -- although unlike the colorful characters of the early 20th century gold rush days, these visitors have four legs, not two.
Musk oxen are wandering into the city on the Seward Peninsula, and despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don't want to leave.
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I'm waiting too long. So I wrote this song.
My stomach is growling, don't ignore my meowing,
I just wanted you to know... there is no food in my bowl...
Also, since my son-in-law is a mechanic he checked the truck and says it is the fuel pump, and he checked the price...$150. He can put it in if I can get it, hopefully before August 1st as that is the day they leave for almost two weeks.
So, again, I won't be taking it to the shop tomorrow. That's a relief, but I still miss my truck and will have to walk to UPS to mail something for my niece tomorrow, anyway. It will be hot, as they don't open until 0800, but I can stop at Walmart and get a water or an iced coffee.
So...good news and some anticipatory news.
But I'm feeling better about it all...at least I'm not at the mercy of stranglers.
LOL!
Good job, Geron!
That would be Sneakers and Socks.
Unngh, fuel pump.
Ohyes. It’s in the gas tank.
Even better, they are fun to get to and work on.
My son-in-law said he has had a dozen of them in the last few months. He has no problem with working on anything. He is a problem solver and that’s what he does.
My botch is that my daughter was “angry” with me for a good many years, and her husband could have saved me several thousand dollars. Still, I’m glad he is helping, now!
“Don’t look a gift horse in the eyeball.”
“Don’t look a gift horse in the eyeball.”
It was then that they figured out they were in a live, loaded teleFRAG.
Of course...
“Is there anything involving you that doesn’t involve deadly traps, bizarre occurrences, or people trying to kill you?” Hopper sounded mystified by the sheer odds of such being the case.
“It was just one date! I thought it ended well!” Soames protested.
Obviously not, his aforementioned date was dressed as a -Hopper guessed- “slinky anime villain with corset fetish undertones.”
And she was tarting it up behind the blast glass as she did her villain monologue.
“Is she even aware the microphone is turned off?” Soames drooped at the shoulders.
“You going to tell her?” Hopper gestured at the glass as full on crazy paraded behind it.
“Uh...what? I was too busy staring at..”
Hopper had to admit, despite the crippling psychosis, the lady was attractive in that outfit.
*click fweeeeeeeet* “Will you two stop staring at my”
Well, she did discover the microphone was off.
They protect their own very effectively with those sharp, massive horns.
Looks terrifying enough.
And I can hear star wars fans going “this is unrealistic, there aren’t any bantha on Hoth!”
Wookies too where considered fictional, until not so long ago.
So Banthas on Hoth is not totally impossible. ....:)
Morning TC,
Cute kittie...the new feline overlord.
Just about to lead an expedition to *wallmert*.
Afternoon, Moose. I think most of my people have fallen back into bed.
“Rise and shine, Sun is burning your eyes out!.”..as the curtains are flung open with great fanfare.
syl :)
It’s foggy today.
Hey, Moosie! Need any coal in Newcastle?
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