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happiegrrrl
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New York, NY
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Topic Author's Original Post - Jan 15, 2006 - 11:23am PT
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This seems to be a topic that might intrigue people people for a few moments. I will post my own crap(How could I not, I am a blabberpost)later, because I have to walk Teddy(See? Thread drift already!).
If you have any thoughts on the subject - why it annoys you, why you like to do it, blah, blah, bah..... post up.
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WBraun
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Jan 15, 2006 - 01:23pm PT
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One day I was looking up at the sky and I saw a little bird fly by ......
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Wonder
climber
WA
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Jan 15, 2006 - 01:57pm PT
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after that drift-oh, silence
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Ouch!
climber
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Jan 15, 2006 - 02:01pm PT
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I saw that bird, Werner. I think it was a catbird, looking for his seat.
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hobo
Trad climber
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Jan 15, 2006 - 02:05pm PT
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edit: post deleted due to incongruency in time
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WBraun
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Jan 15, 2006 - 02:10pm PT
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The little bird was angry at the ocean because it swallowed it's eggs. It vowed to peck at the vast ocean untill it became dried up.
The mighty ocean just laughed at the little bird and said you little fool I am mighty and vast and I will swallow you also.
But the little bird was fearless ..............
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Mary Prankster
Social climber
Bumphuque, Eqypt
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Jan 15, 2006 - 02:13pm PT
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Speaking of cats, I have some.
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hobo
Trad climber
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Jan 15, 2006 - 02:15pm PT
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My grandpa traps the neighbors cats and brings them to the airport. No joke.
How's sylvester?
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WBraun
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Jan 15, 2006 - 02:26pm PT
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Garuda the King of Birds heard the little birds plight and took heart. The mighty ocean knew the power and opulence's of Garuda and became fearful of its own destiny.
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Ouch!
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Jan 15, 2006 - 02:27pm PT
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
New York, NY
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 15, 2006 - 07:54pm PT
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Well! I dare say this thread certainly didn't develop as I had expected.....
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Roger Breedlove
Trad climber
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Jan 15, 2006 - 07:58pm PT
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How to Bathe a Cat
1. Thoroughly clean the toilet.
2. Add the required amount of shampoo to the toilet water and have
both lids lifted.
3. Obtain the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the
bathroom.
4. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close the
lids (you may need to stand on the lid so that he cannot escape).
CAUTION:
Do not get any part of your body too close to the edge, as his
paws will be reaching out for any purchase they can find.
5. Flush the toilet three of four times. This provides a "power
wash and rinse" which I have found to be quite effective.
6. Have someone open the door to the outside and ensure that there
are no people between the toilet and the outside door.
7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift
both lids.
8. The now clean cat will rocket out of the toilet, and run
outside where he will dry himself.
The clean cat can now catch Werner's bird.
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dirtineye
Trad climber
the south
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Jan 15, 2006 - 08:04pm PT
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Did you know a leaky toilet can cost hundreds of dollars a year?
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WBraun
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Jan 15, 2006 - 08:06pm PT
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No no, the little bird is protected by Garuda, anything protected by Garuda can not be harmed.
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
New York, NY
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 15, 2006 - 08:08pm PT
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Hey - has anyone heard from Lois today? Probably she is out at the farm, doing country things...
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Mom
Social climber
So Cal
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Jan 15, 2006 - 08:27pm PT
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Hey - speaking of a little bird reminds me of a story about a little fly....
There once was a happy little fly. One day, when she was buzzing around the barn, she happened upon a large pile of fresh cow manure. Since it had been hours since her last meal and she was feeling hunger pangs, she flew down to the irresistible delicacy and began to munch out. She ate... and ate... and then she ate some more!!! Finally, she decided she'd had plenty. She washed her face with her tiny front legs, belched a few times, and then attempted to fly away. But alas...she had pigged out far too much and could not get off the ground. She looked around wondering what to do about this unpleasant situation when she spotted a pitchfork leaning upright against the barn wall.
She'd found a solution!!
She realized if she could just become airborne she'd be able to fly again. So, she painstakingly climbed to the top of the handle. And, once there, she took a deep breath, spread her tiny fly wings, and leapt confidently into the air.
She dropped like a rock and splattered all over the floor........
Dead Fly....
The moral of this sad story?
Never fly off the handle when you know you're full of crap.
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dirtineye
Trad climber
the south
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Jan 15, 2006 - 08:30pm PT
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farming is for the birds.
Some people even have ostrich or Emu farms.
Only, I think they call em ranches now.
If I had an Emu, I have to name it Big Birg.
Emu tastes good, but I don;t think I could eat a pet.
Although, I did know this man once, Stever Troupee. He had two pigs he was raising for slaughter. Their names were-- Tastey and Delicious.
That's a true story about the pigs.
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WBraun
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Jan 15, 2006 - 08:38pm PT
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Over the centuries, witches have either been admired for their mysterious capabilities or hunted down and burned by the male members of the society who feared them.
There is no such thing as secret, esoteric knowledge. It’s all learning things and applying your experience in a specific way.
But if you do the things you do right, or even worse, use your imagination to do them differently with greater effect, there will always be people fearing you.
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Loom
climber
167 stinking feet above sea level : (
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Jan 15, 2006 - 09:00pm PT
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Speaking of pigs and birds,
I was driving to work last year, thinking about how burned out I felt--I'm a teacher by the way--and how bizarre it was, almost like it's a sign, that my phone at work had malfunctioned in the strangest way--whenever I picked it up it played muzak and a recorded voice would occasionally come on to say that they appreciated my business; it has since been repaired--now when people call me all they ever get is muzak and a recorded message that someone will soon be with them, but at least I can call out. And I was thinking how when I came back at the start of the year I found that they were using my room, top to bottom, wall to wall, for storage--blocking my cabinets and leaving 10 sq. feet to move around in inside the door--and was told, "oh, don't worry, we'll have all that out at least two days before classes start."
But where was I, Oh yeah, I was driving to work and I noticed that the short, high-walled trailer that the pick-up ahead of me was pulling was rocking unnaturally back and forth and side to side. I was doing about 80 and I guess he was doing about 65. As soon as I got within about 100 yds. of the truck something huge came leaping out of the trailer. It then tumbled and flew--seemed poised to take wing and then bounced and soared furiously on a mid-air collision course towards me. As I slowed it began to veer to the right shoulder of the road on it's final approach. As I came alongside I saw a 500 lb. flying pig trying to get back on its landing gear.
When I got to work I found that my lock and those of 30 other teachers had superglue put in them the night before.
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Wonder
climber
WA
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Jan 15, 2006 - 10:19pm PT
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I have a Garuda tatooed on my chest, do i receive protection?
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