No problem, pure plagiarism... from the SubSITE,
You very carefully take a Bite of "The Apple of your eye..."...(but gently, you don't want to hurt anyone) then following the rule of BOB, you move to BOB, to find BOB'ed'ness, in BOB's (Nirvana) Zone, then after you have exaulted your Bob'ed'nees, you relax with the one you, well, like being around!
In view of the circumstances, I'd let the dog back in. I think both reptiles might realize the source of the scent, and mistake the emergent temperature difference as a path to the tropics ... at which point I'd kick the dog out again and both reptiles would follow, only to continue fighting: over the dog. (No worries about the dog, he's too smart to stick around for the duel.)
Well, I'd start by Dreaming, then working, to make my Dreams come true, then living the Dream life, then exit, to Nirvana...WhoooWho!
This is entirely your choice, know who-one can determine the best choice for you... it really depends on...
Well, if I find the person who knows 'who' knows "who", I'll be certain to tell them to tell you, too!
Are you quite sure that I don't?
Ahhhh that is because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you cannot see that...but I can(?)...
As long as it takes for you to ex-see-d your pay shuns, but then again I've never had particularly fiscal tendonsee(s)?
People who 'tend', tend to be tender, and tending of that which is 'tended', hence we can know that all tended tenders are tender, and tenderly tending to be tended to, by other tenders, but only by submission, by mail, is it tended, to be tended, as a tender, tenderer...
Pitch in another $1.75 and go buy yourself a coffee!
I'm thinking, but I don't know what my thoughts about that will end up being.
Yes, so long as the people at the post office fix your car, (Truck) and the people at the garage agree to mail your mail for you, then the balance will hold, BUT should it be that the posties 'mech' and the mech's won't 'post', well, come back here, 'post' to tell us, so's we can's arrange a Universal rebalancing Ritual that will set "all things" straighter then straight!
It asked what good was it doing you being straight, when the thought, clearly wrenched into some other form could not possibly have been thus and so influenced by societal disshevelings.
Gather round! Gather round, good people, and see, just have a gander at what demon vodka has done to poor ƒireƒly! She cain't italicize no more! Ya see? She cain't fit into her clothes no more, you see? She is so gripped by the claws of demon vodka that she cain't even make heads or tails of nothing no more!. Don't let this happen to you, brothers and sisters. Don't let yerselves become the victim of demon vodka, don't let yerselves be a slave to patater mash, nor spud squeezin's as sister ƒireƒly has done. Join me, one and all, in a prayer for her sorry, skinny, un-italisized, headless, tailess soul!What's the best way to react if you spot a chicken crawling on all fours across the road to get to the other side but the traffic is too heavy for it to ever make it?
Go get a pot, a scraper and a spoon, some potatoes, celery, onions, and fresh Ahhhh say FRESH ginger root, wait till the chicken's attempt is lethally thwarted by passing vehicles, and go scrape yourself up some chicken soup base... don't forget the bones. Them's the best part.
I wouldn't venture to find out since the best thing to do with a four legged chicken would not be to make soup but to trade it to the gray space aliens for a guarrantee of lifetime towing service.If you were crawling on all fours, all tangled up in your loose and slipping clothing, tripping over four legged chickens, not an italic to your name, and clutching your bottle of Parson's™ Sparkling Aged Vodka, white knuckled, as if it were gold, not knowing your head from your tail, how would you unscrew the jar of olives?
If I were crawling around on all fours, it would be for other reasons... say, searching for a miniscule object dropped on the floor. So I am not qualified to say.
Chicken, four or two-legged, never agree to be eaten. I have therefore, never eaten a chicken that really agreed with me.Given the recent scourge of leprechaun mischief in Sicily, with their starting fires in electrical devices and blowing up wedding presents, and also since March is Irish history month, and that month in which we celebrate St. Patricks Day, perhaps you could enlighten us on the Italian word for Leprechaun?
Uses "Phone a Friend" option, guido answers, no he won't tell, says it isn't fit for public broadcast...hummmmm wait, now he wants the name adress and phone for the person asking the question cause he wants to...oooOOOOOPS! **hangs up the phone**...real fast!
This is the clincher, yes. However I want it on record I already knew he was, and had complete faith in his omniscience before this riddle was solved.Incidently, what is the answer to the age old Leprechaun riddle concerning the cart full of 20 sacks of potatos, 3 mules, the river with three bridges, the drunken cart driver, the blarney stone and the O'Tooles' new sheep dog?
The goat was a tiger in rabbits clothing wearing a goat costume for a masquerade ball, the wolf was a riddle wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. However, they both happened to enjoy a good swim whenever the opportunity presented itself.Incidently what is the answer to that age old Japanese koan:" Who's on first?"
Hu san first koaned the term "Misochiwo" and gave it to his firstborn child.
Legume. A real human bean.Anata wa, nihongo hanasitaka?
Ya! Sure! but when I turned the key, the wheels fell off, so I walked home...
`that'?
The answer?... "He ran off, with the sacrifice" but it seems, just a little, out of 'context' when you don't tell the rest...
Only those who have mastered the art of starting a thought before they think it, can stop it before they think it.Once when I was bored I found myself in possession of a waffle iron, a measuring tape, and a piece of rope, and proeeded to amuse myself by hoaxing crop waffles. What is the meaning of the word "Scripple"?
Scrappling an apple is easy. It's unscrappling it when you're done that's hard.Since the gray space alien union of hazardous asteroid retrieval and disposal is on strike a greater number of them than usual has been going door to door asking for handouts. What did you donate when they came to you?
Fuel, and a Gene ration.
You will have amnesia for the actual extraction process, of course, but what they did was to grab you, one by each arm, and shake you like a rag doll till they had accumulated a large pile of dander beneath you, which they simply vaccuumed up to be taken for energy conversion in one of their many exceptionally efficient quantum transduction modules. (Incidently they will also have taken any incipient furballs you had in the works, but that process shouldn't be discussed in an open forum.)Recently, during a period of boredom, I taught myself to delete huge lists of useless things from my memory using Messiah's® Patented Recall Squelch techniques.
It is a term for people who are trying to forget what they forgot they can remember, as in "Frimbalist" (what you are) "Frimbalistically" (what you are doing) "Frimbalizer" (you, as you are doing it) and the many extra interogeratons of the expressive "Frimballing" (an original derivation, is available from that word, but not publically...)
Unlawful interrogation of a lighting fixture in a public fareway, §30077-657744484-12443. subsection G article 47b10000767.Complicated by the presence of a frimbalist,§567774899-2333551443-12443, same subsection. Maximun penalty: 36 months "soft" incarceration at Ontario Institute of Minor Corrections, minimun penalty: 12 weeks probabtion with curfew at dusk to prevent interaction with any public lighting fixtures while in operation.Recently I forgot to remember my experiences with Messiah's® Patented Memory Squelch Technique, took the course a second time, and precipitated a chaoic reversal such that I now remember everything that ever happened to me in excruciating detail, as well as huge volumes of experiences that never happened to me or anyone. How do I tell the difference between the authentic memories and the counterfeit?
The moon people will moon you with or without pants.Recently when I was floating on my back in the Thames with a photograph of Chester Carlson, inventor of xerography, proped up on my chest, facing me so I could monitor his duplicitous intentions, a warped and swollen scrabble tile with either the letter M or W came floating by and I thought to myself: "So that's where it went." What does a sranambulist do for a living?
Now isn't that special?Often when I'm at the seashore I find old pirate chests full of jewels and Spanish coins. Sometimes I find old pirate peg legs. Sometimes I find old pirate hooks. Once I found an old pirate parrot. Once I found an old pirate. Why don't I ever find any new pirate stuff?
Ohhhhhhhhhh... wow. and there was me (and probably zooby too, thinkin' there were pirates (other than software) sailin' the seas... TODAY!
Microsoft has other problems to worry about nowadays... as in, its source code has involuntarily joined the Linux ranks... as for who would be upset, considering Linux is freeware, under the GNU license, and the distributions... oh but this is a game thread, let us not..., shall we, i say we ship outta this dialectic much like pirates... do you pirate software, ever? MS-anything... oh, but I should shut up, I run XP
poor me, stuck with running virus updates ASAP!Well, upset? or? legally empowered! well...bringing in the "Female Dogs" isn't really going to help, but some of those very pretty (and intelligent) Female Attorneys might just do the trick to rectify the attempt at absconding the Competitions flag...
mmmm... so according to you, Mr... Parsons... but wait... I can't P[/color]rime M[/color]inister you ... your in-fluence is limited! All the same you seem to be barking up the same (female) tree (pole?) as i...
What do you do if you don't have a Flap whose pole you can run it up? Yeah, so the format fits another thread but two fer one is ok with me
)It's funny you should ask that question because, once, when I was stretch out half dead like a woodchuck who'd just been introduced to a Peterbuilt truck the hard way, on the floor of a cardboard and blanket structure that a Polish aviator of my acquaintence used to frequent when he'd forgotten his address, he was regaling me with stories of his near misses with flocks of pelicans and other aircraft, frequently using the phrase: "So there I was, without a flap whose pole I could run it up, when..." and so on. I thought it was an obtuse turn of speach.
Why, t[/color]on't you know? Paint it black!
It's funny you should ask those quetions because he confessed to me once: "I should have been a pair of pastry halves enclosing a blob of wormy crabapple goo, being carried in the claws of a pelican, across the floor of silent seas." To which I responded "Sounds vaguely familiar." To which he replied,"Yes, I mentioned it just last night."Do fools flush gin, where angels: beer instead?
No, fools flush angels, for the latter cannot bear the former, while angels flush gin: monochromatic hand is not just a poker feature.
Well flap my pole, I'll run that one up the point, and see if we can find one!
