It means "Thoroughly saturate it with #2.."
Posted on 12/10/2015 1:17:32 PM PST by ArGee
Raqqa, Syria
Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, the leader of the Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant, also known as ISIS, announced today that he would be disbanding all forces and returning all land to Syria and Iraq. The move was prompted by the ongoing Climate Conference in Paris.
"This is one thing we could not have anticipated," Mr. al-Baghdadi said in prepared remarks. "When we see the world coming together like this on such a dangerous subject as Global Climate Change, we realize that our Caliphate will never survive. It's only a matter of time before Climate Change is no more and the world's attention turns to us. At that point, we will have no chance. For the sake of the men, women, and children who have supported us, I can not continue a doomed campaign."
An emotional al-Baghdadi did not take any questions.
Sources close to al-Baghdadi who spoke on the condition of anonymity told us that it was becoming more and more difficult to recruit new fighters. "Even our existing people are extremely demoralized," one said. "The words of Donald Trump himself can not overcome our dispair."
According to their press release, surrender is total and immediate. Fighters are being paid and sent home by division. Any remaining money will be put into a fund to resettle Christians and Yazidis who have been displaced by the war.
"We thought the world was fragmented," one strategist was overheard saying to himself. "Who knew it could come together like this? This is a stinging rebuke."
So far there has been no comment from Damascus, Baghdad, Moscow, or Washington. One source inside the Kremlin said, "We are waiting to see if there will be any follow-up action. We want to make sure this is real before we decide on our next steps."
Yes, Bob, they are quite lovely. :o])
Morning. I took yesterday off to take the day off. I wound up replacing 4 tires (oof). Still trying to figure out how to pay the tax man and I have to replace tires.
Oh, well.
Face, stop shutting your laptop down. It’s not worth the hassle. Just close the lid and it will go into a sleep mode which is almost as cheap (especially if you leave it plugged in all the time).
But if you’re married to shutting it down, diesable Hybrid Shutdown. You can Google the distructions because I don’t have a Win-tin-tin system to use to give them to you.
Tuit2
Best I could get on such short notice.
Diesable? What on earth does THAT mean?
DARKS!!!!!!
I did just that, ArGee, and just let it go to sleep, because I don’t want the hassle of reinserting the battery every day. I understand sleep mode isn’t good for confusers, but it’s got to be better that what it’s doing.
In other news, I made some brownies, and I’m just waiting for them to finish cooking. And I already mopped the kitchen floor, running out of Wet Jet pads in the process, and will go outside in a bit and see if the stereo that showed up on my patio yesterday is operable.
I just found out the seal on the fridge door is coming loose on the bottom corner, so I’m waiting for 0800 so I can call and be put on perma-hold for a CSR to take a an order for maintenance. I think I would be better off just making a paper complaint about the fridge AND the large burner on the stove. That doggone unit (stove) needs to be replaced!
And I just sliced the dickens out of my right index finger while trying to mend a cup handle. What a Monday this is!
ANd I’m out of band-aids.
*steps out from typo-nator 9k*
What?
It’s a perfectly cromulant word.
*tagline*
That’s a long time in the future.
I’m no longer allowed to handle cutlery. Apparently the true vegitarians don’t like my contributions to the chopped vegetibles.
OK, I’ll call attention to the new tagline.
A tip.
Never loan money to a lemming.
The wise won’t need a second warning.
They couldn’t get me in for a morning appointment until then. The rest are afternoons.
And afternoons are not acceptable. Not for any appointment.
It means "Thoroughly saturate it with #2.."
My mother always said, “If the juice is red, it’s beet juice!”
I wished for years that I had her big ol’ butcher knife, and I don’t know which one of the kids got it when she passed away. Probably my prevert brother,
Your mother used to beat juice?
Which remindes me of the day I was trying to get my very young son upstairs so I could get him ready for bead and I started toward the stairs saying, “I’m going to beat you.”
He ran toward the stairs yelling, “Don’t beat me, Daddy! Don’t beat me!”
The front door was wide open. Fortunately nobody was outside.
My allergies are whomping the daylights out of me. I’m tied and sleepy and my eyes are itchy and watery, and I need another breathing treatment.
This is awful
On my eighth birthday, I told my dad that I was eight, and he said, “Who ate you?” I was SO not amused!
I suspect your son felt much the same way I did then...
My son knew I meant a race.
Sorry about your allergies! I dropped off the prescription for the bowel purge, but they won’t have it until tomorrow. Hopefully I can pick it up on the way home from my prayer group.
I did NOT need to know that.
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