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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2014 - 01:27pm PT
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Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
We image-made humans are the tear in God's eye.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
We some of us may imagine ourselves to be image-made.
What the truth may be is best left up to the imagination.
Otherwise we might could be gods ourselves, but there is only one Boss.
Ask Bruce. Or you could have asked Frank, once upon a time. Or even the Teflon Don, Mister Gotti, if you could get near enough.
But Frank and Gotti and Sammy the Other Bull are with the angels, so to speak.
If God is the Boss of Us, who is the Underboss of Us?
[I'm pondering that for a bit here, making some coffee, and watching the clouds roll by for a few.]
Rabbit comes out of its hole, goes around a tree, back into its hole.
He is snared by his own bowlines and goes down to a young buck.
He's eaten and then shat forth into black oak mast in the next life, level, or plane.
"Take that, you wascal."
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
Rabbit's spirit goes into a hole, into a root, and evaporates, filling a hole in the sky.
If life is to be an adventure, then we need to learn to accommodate trepidation.
"Life or death after death?"
The forest of questions put by theologians are merely the leaves shed from the tree of our lives.
Ask Mother Nature...
whose given name-name is Merlyn, by the bye...
for she is earth-magic mated with Sky Father...
an awesome idea whose time will always be here and now.
Their progeny comes from their shared abode in the oceans.
They winter in Patagonia, but in a different local than Jim and Angela.
Look for snowbirds and repeat the bowline mantra.
Practice.
Practice.
Practice.
Perfection is not possible when you are lazy.
zBrown, as is obvious to the most casual observer, is not lazy.
He will never be over-jumped by quick live foxes searching for rabbits.
Gnome, as is obvious to the deep reader, is not lazy.
He will never be over-hauled by a Nation-carrying robot with an axe to grind with boozers,
tin-canning his way down a piss-yellow road like a slo-mo version of Forrest Gump chasing after a cask of hooch to brooch.
Run, Rabbi, run.
Run, Rabbi, run.
Run, Rabbi, run.
Run, Rabbi, run.
I look forward in eager ranticipation and hope that I may spend eternity raking and burning the leaves.
F*#k that wood-cutting business.
That's a beer-drinker's excuse for consuming an after-work and pre-breakfast six-pack.
It works for a time, but he is really only repeating a mantra of ancient usage.
Tick-pop. Run, Rabbi, run. Into the hole. Out the other hole and around that Black oak, that Incense cedar, that Ponerosa pine.
You know that would mean Yosemite to my mind.
That would be my heavenly valley.
Can dig being a digger.
I'm pining for it.
I'm maybe going to become a large woody object after I die, so it might as well be a rare species.
Anything but a gingko or a tree of heaven or a dogberry bush or a poison oak vine.
In vain do we seek streets of gold, when oak mast is much nicer under bare feet
while strolln' forth in less-than-underwear.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
I been to heaven, I been to France, I seen God in His underpants.
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"How many stories are there in the naked forest, Forrest?"
"My momma always told me, 'The woods are like a box of chocolates.' I don't know whatinell she meant by that."
"Nah, jujubees. We are cheap substitutes for really good candy."
"Are you enjoying my Black oak party?"
"So far. Look at Lieutenant GOTD. Is that a lampshade or a jug of wine on his head?"
"Don Carlos used to tell me, "'Life is like a crate of mixed wines from Trader Joe's."
"Casteneda is not Walt Whitman. He's got ten god's eyes in his office, the sleaze. I heard that he loved to impress by drinking Old Crow. He got addicted to the hooch. He went into recovery. He came out of recovery. He went back into recovery. Repeat twice more. Then he faded into memory."
"Like Spiro T. Agnew."
"Was he a heavy drinker, Gump?"
"I shorely don't know, Mouse. I meant he faded away."
"Like a UFO, like?"
"Just like some old Brokedown Climber."
"I Roger that, but Rodger's not exactly fading. He's mellow like a vintage wine. He's getting brittle around the edges, kinda like a oak leaf in fall. I'm hoping he'll last a lot longer before the CosmicComic comes with his chainsaw."
"I thought he used a double-bit axe."
"That was before the population explosion. Now he's using a Husky."
"Where do you get this malarkey, Mouse?"
"It comes out of a hole in the sky, maybe. Or it might could be the dirty bath water from the heavenly Camp 4's free showers draining out. Quien sabe, Amigo? Para siempre."
"Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen."
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Or "we" could just fade away...to what?
Paint It Black, Darkness, my old friend.
Interestingly (adverb: "of Interest.")
Interested? Curious? They are a large enough size to have been the "angels" of the OT and the NT (but not the California Angels of the LA),
which is believed by some scientific, analytic, "tear-it-apratt-to-see-how-it-works" types.
Others go so far as to say angels are parked on the moon in a large Woden object. Go figuerrero that.
Stihl others flat deny their being angels at all. They are not titillated by rarities, oddities, or titties, even, and deny their existence????
GUD GOD ALMIGHTY these are the worst, the ones with neither curiosity nor imagination. I won't say pee on 'em, but just avoid 'em like the pox.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Don't call me "Angel" in the morning, and I won't call you "Baby."
And use a condum, pretty please.
Nayembi, a female western lowland gorilla, was recently reunited with her mother after she was separated to recover from an injury.
They live together at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago, IL.
Before the full reunion, the two were able to see and smell each other under the watchful eye of caregivers.
http://www.animalfactguide.com/tag/baby-gorillas/#sthash.DuB5GlmM.dpuf
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2014 - 02:39pm PT
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2,000 miles (33,080 m.) is four times better than the Kingston Trio managed.
Merry Christmas (Happy Holidays, Happy Festus, Merry Crustchove, or whatever PC-ism you like) once again.
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Angels appeared on high.
They told John:
"Yours is to do or die.
Roots 'n berries, that's the stuff that makes older bodies better twelve different ways, John."
"Like Wonder Bread, jah?"
"Guffaw!
Seriously, drink lots of water, don't forget the water!
Be like Noah, kinda.
Stuff only works when there's water, John.
And consider yourself baptized by fire after you do these three things.
Lost Angel Chimney.
Sentinel the Guardian.
Tis-sa-ack who sheds tears for her angel."
"Who in da heck is dis Tessie Whack?"
Just get busy, John, or a hardman's a-gonna fall."
Angels fall.
Angel falls.
Fallen Leaf Lake.
Lakers.
Lake trout.
Brautigan! Or Bizzaro World Brautigan, perhaps?
(I'm playing the circle game here.)
Round and round and round and round
All while spinning upside down
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Did FRITZ ever meet RICHARD?
A poem named "The Decker Meadow Climbing Epic Disater" was not recorded, so it may not have been the case that they met back in the days of Strawberry Sugar.
weej might could tell u the story of strawberry sugar, if he can remember to imagine it.
but only if u want to, Chuck.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 14, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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I merrily rushed over for some of those taylor-made chips. Only to find the pretend kind. I did a turnabout.
Take the time to count the angels on that pinhead and call me in the morning. (or is mourning? mooring?)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2014 - 09:36am PT
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Suggestions for Brautigan: ptarmigan, larrigan, cardigan, Oregon, braunite.
isn't it good, norwegian wood
isn't it alright, basque braunite
The Larry wore larrigans out into the desert.
His dog ate them.
I'm wearing a green knit cardigan
over a red Patagonia fleece pullover
on top of a dingy ivory-colored sleeveless sweater vest
without a Tee.
Feels like a hair shirt but it keeps my skin tingling.
Wall-mounted heating/AC unit failed to heat the place yesterday.
I have the oven up to 400 F and the door partway open
while a fan is blowing the hot air to the ceiling
where it bounces over into my corner of the room
where I have the desk.
Braunite (Mn2+Mn3+6[O8|SiO4]) has its uses, surely,
but I don't know of a single one offhand.
There are two types of braunite, the original formula,
and Braunite II, (Mn3+,Fe3+)14SiO24).
Go to Kalahari, South Africa, in search of it,
because that's where it is.
Like gold, that's where you'll find it.
Named for Wilhelm von Braun (1790–1872) of Gotha, Thuringia, Germany.
Stupid name.
Both Goth and Gaul have gone, both gone with the wind,
while the Celt lives on.
Do you know Fiona? Like I know Fiona...
I never said "boo" to Richard.
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Raggle Taggle Gypsy
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door.
They came brave and boldly-o,
One sang high and the other sang low,
And the lady sang the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
It was upstairs downstairs the lady went,
Put on her suit of leather-o.
It was the cry all around the door,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.&
It was late that night that the lord came in,
Inquiring for his lady-o.
The servant girls they replied to him all,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh saddle for me, me milk white steed.
Me big horse is not speedy-o.
I will ride and I'll seek me bride,
She's away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh then he rode east and he rode west.
He rode north and south also,
But when he rode to the wide-open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o.
Why did you leave your house and your land?
Why did you leave your money-o?
Why did you leave your only wedded lord?,
All fer the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o?
Yerra, what do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money-o?
Yerra what do I care for my only wedded lord?
I'm away with the Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Well it was there last night in a goose-feather bed
With blankets drawn so comely-o.
Tonight you'll lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of a Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Yerra, what do I care for a goose-feather bed?
With blankets drawn so comely-o.?
Tonight I'll lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of me Raggle-Taggle Gypsy-o.
Oh for you rode east when I rode west.
You rode high and I rode low.
I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow Gypsy's lips
Than all of the captured money-o.
Trout fishing in Norway with MFM
(read by the Hamms, "in spite of themselves")
Randy: "Ptarmigan?"
Gypsy: "Oregon."
Randy: "Come again?"
Gypsy: "I meant to say oregano."
Randy: "Bless you."
Gypsy: "Cardigan?"
Randy: "Fleece."
Gypsy: "Felice."
Randy: "Money-O."
Gypsy: "Mono."
Randy: "Fishing."
Gypsy: "Flies."
Randy: "Chouinard."
Gypsy: "Everything's about climbing, isn't it?"
Randy: "Everything tastes better with chalk."
Gypsy: "You."
Randy: "Get."
Gypsy: "The."
Randy: "Very."
Gypsy: "Last."
Randy: "Word. I win."
Gypsy: "I get the consolation prize."
Randy: "Mosquitoes."
Gypsy: "Well, the fish aren't taking these mayflies, so try one."
Randy: "I have none."
Gypsy: "Let's go back to camp so we can collect our prize."
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The Flames presents:
Nothing left but ashes.
All fall down giggling.
All spring synthetic,
Then we go naked
When summer rolls around...[Click to View YouTube Video]They'll sift through the ashes then.
But the Gaul and the Goth are both long gone.
And the Celts live on in the [choose one: rainy, misty, foggy, drizzly] [choose another: past, future, now, nevermore].
And now yer a poet, too!
The next Drunk Poets' Society Session at Camp 4 on Boxing Day. BYOB.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Dec 15, 2014 - 03:01pm PT
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Not half way through Still I will forget and lose focus
Some won told a story in a song,on a thread I think, The lyrics told the story of a whisky leak!?
About how a town was flooded when the ?Jim Beam? or some whisky plant blew up
What is this partial memory?.......Help?
Also trade secrets and how was that father land reference was it noticed that Locker Took A serious tone to the critique of the Jesus Wept video? I completely agree! the point was to high lite the striking image all the way from beging to the end of the video. the editing was a hack job! Sloppy Sinchopation as well.
Can you See Kate here? it was the thought that counts go !!, ...Go check them out ...
The beach boys, "California Girls" Linked to every picture of Marilyn Monroe was soo close to making the cut, ...... above !!, Go check them out ...
f
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Will
be.......mfbck......To loud 'Slayer' Passing sun set the LEAP, me Bears ....climbed onsite?. check?
then that went BAd and Dano was pro volcanic nawameeny Vast hat with a hole, locals only KK&kalifornicators
be back
I hope on the desk top!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 15, 2014 - 03:57pm PT
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the years unrolled and we were all victims of the geography. Where you were when the sex drugs and rock and roll revolution rolled through determined the type, how hard, of drugs were available. The Late Sixties ignited a decade of drug excess that led to the hard times of the next twenty years.
The death of GOTH??
If you looked, found in the answer might be the matureing of juvinals to junkies.
So many fell to the trident of addiction that was the underlying cause?? of the need not to fit in ala , Rebelios angst, the Punk, Goth, and Hard Core. once piercing represented,
but not as much any more.
Random Piercing ?
O . ?
The movement that was going around at the end of the century was Straight Edge ...
The children of junkies themselves.
The homeless population
by default is the new Goth.
Sad, Very hard to see... Sad...
but for the grace of God
there go I . . . .you and thee
@75+.)@"5;12 D
By way of the Celtic reference The Druid force is an evedently popular post apocalyptic framework on to which the crop of teen fantasy writers hang their wears (scripts).
The Hunger Games...
[Click to View YouTube Video]http://www.pbs.org/weta/thewest/resources/archives/eight/sbarrest.htm[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2014 - 05:48pm PT
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I checked it out.
This it, Gnome? The Ayr River, Scotland.
There’s literally a river full of whiskey in Scotland
7,000 bottles worth to be precise.
Jan 24 11:02 AM
SCOTLAND IS KNOWN for its fine malt whiskey but did you know there was a whole river full of the stuff?
A whole river of liquid gold, just flowing freely through the Scottish countryside.
Imagine that?
Of course it’s not natural. The River Ayr – which generally consists of water – became laced with the spirit thanks to a bit of a costly accident at a local bottling plant.
STV News reports that Glen Catrine Bonded Warehouse Limited managed to pump around 5,000 litres of ‘whisky’ (they drop the ‘e’ outside Ireland) into the river when accidentally transferring 27,500 litres of the stuff from a road tanker into the wrong vat.
The error landed the company in a spot of hot water with the Scottish Environmental Protection Agency, who took them to court for failing to have sufficient measures in place to avoid such an incident.
Where’s Father Jack when you need him, eh? He’d have sorted that out in no time.
Source: DailyEdge
The Scotsman says the company was fined £12,000 for allowing the equivalent of 7,140 bottles of 67 per cent strength whiskey spirit to make its way into the water.
It’s unclear whether or not the spillage had any effect on local wildlife, but there’s plenty of speculation about the fate of the river’s fish online.
http://www.dailyedge.ie/whisky-river-scotland-1280151-Jan2014/
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 16, 2014 - 03:21am PT
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plastic Ono band Better and worse at the same time?
I am a water filtering faith full.
If added, Braunite to Danburite,
CaB2(SiO4)2 + (Mn2+Mn3+6[O8|SiO4]) +H~~ %??
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danburite
and more http://www.healingcrystals.com/Danburite_Articles_113.html
the resulting Vibration filtration and
release of heat and substraite
Would be a toxic mix.
Grapefruit and Lipitor
A Capital no no
LIPITOR
My excuse for the brain fart; zzz(some loss of retention but not like this)
your story of the whisky leak is a modern twin to the one that i am thinking of!
some thing about the bad younge men Haveing to be saved and such hilarity ensures
At some point the preacher is found drunk, floating in a tippy church pew ....
the dam broke....
nothing is coming back and this was read by me in the last six months! Zome vhere zer wveill be my mind??
The town was here in the south....... like a Prine song ....damn Lipitor
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2014 - 10:08am PT
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God morning, eye say.
It's been great weather for making picturation
And it's great at my age to be making micturation
I'm not a diving duck drinking distillations
I'm just a little stoned from my inhalations
I visited the dawn away with the crows, the pig-birds and hawkie
All I could do was to hear the flock's squawky-talkie
I cannot be sure but their topic might've been aboot hockey
So let's see yesterday's storm as it hit the Sierra Nevada in the Clark Range.
But first, a word for my ideel person,
unique in all the world,
just like Tis-sa-ack, Dingus Milktoast:
Dingus, I'm glad you responded to my bridge prod/ploy.
Merry holidays and happy family gatherings to you.
You are a lucky man, compared to many, except maybe Mick Jagger.
(Last night I viewed Gimme Shelter, the docu-concert-movie by the Maysle brothers, see, is where that's from. I forgot how good the footage was.)
Anyway,
It takes a lick of luck and a lot of pluck
to make a satisfactory life.
I'm glad you elected California as your home.
On with the Pig-bird Crowshaw show...and as Mick sang,
Who wants yesterday's clouds?
Who wants yesterday's girls?
Get offa my cloud and my stupid girl.
Monday morning & afternoon.
Tuesday a.m. dawn-breaker (last of NY Sour Diesel) was followed by making these.Time for a mouse-nap. the Rev may come by, as he's visiting Betty, his mom, who had a fall. He's doing his bit to help around the place.
Later, friends.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 16, 2014 - 10:41am PT
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lsmft, mfm
why do you not ask DMT if you can borrow his helicopter?
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wilbeer
Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
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Dec 16, 2014 - 11:28am PT
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Glad you enjoyed,as were my friends at Cornell.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2014 - 01:26pm PT
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Damn, Sam.
"Menacing clowns" in Wasco could be oxymoronico in Mexico or Dandy Eggo.
What's next--"Laughing gas."
The gigolos and the clowns all do tricks but they look menacingly when
You never turn around to see the frowns on the gigolos and the clowns
When they all come down and turn tricks for you
You never understand that it ain't so grand
[And that you have the responsibility for your own edutainment]
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Mime me a meme. Try doing it with one hand just for practice.
But you must not use the middle finger--because it's trite, hackneyed, over-used in everyday communication.
And neebee does not approve of it. But I've been a good boy this year.
Big "Badfinger" Mike was the last image of one of these "salutes" that I posted.
Meldown: you have lost communication with Spock.
Nonversation: conversation that seems meaningless or pointless.
Netiquette: blend of 'network' and 'etiquette'.
A set of rules governing commonly accepted appropriate behavior or courtesy
while on the internet.
The absence of physical presence resulted in a distinct idea of 'appropriate behavior' among netizens.
I've been bored all morning long today and feel like just clowning around; but I'm smiling, not menacing.
The weather's fine, almost smiling,
but the clouds are beginning to look menacing,
or a new pack of them, at least.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"No one can see what the future will be..."--not even the weatherman.
Not even Mother Goose.
See MG & G strip number eight: http://www.grimmy.com/search-grimmy-archive-results.php
Laughing gas overcomes pack of clowning menaces.
Grim grins greet EMTs on arrival at scene.
and don't forget that the joker laughs at u--and he's winking eye-ronically, not menacingly.
(GOTD, it seems that I've run out of adverb privileges now this week already.)
Ha=ha=ha, hee=hee=hee, ho=ho=ho.
Hank Ketcham, Mr. Wilson, glad to meet you.
I'm looking for little Dennis Mitchell.
Mrs. MItchell pointed over here.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dec 17, 2014 - 02:42pm PT
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No baloney Tony,
that is some adverbial sheet
back always that preggars couple ?? I've seen that shot before?
and as since now that they have all been well tagged I have not exported a picture of you!My
Bad!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 17, 2014 - 03:39pm PT
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Don't we have enough words already, so that we don't have to have people inventing new ones?
What if the combination of them (not saying they have, but just a what if) resulted in one or more oxymorons?
I think it can safely assumed, but if not we can always argue over it, there are also enough morons in the world.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2014 - 04:16pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... :)
ahhh, being a good angel, is a good angle...
and say, i found something neat in the store...
so thus, a little reminder, is in the mail, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 05:16am PT
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The lost sketch. The last sketch. The lust sketch.
And the list sketch.[Click to View YouTube Video]
And the lists keep coming.
The angels could chant them to the deity for eons of time at a time.
Wings was the name of one of the restaurants at the Van Nuys Airtel; and the VN Airport. the other was called Amelia's. Bothe were owned in part by Jim Shirley's family.
That old air-poet is where parts of the film Casablanca were shot. There was a little grass shack out on the tarmac they called Rick's Place,
used for greeting the guests of the airtel (another made-up comboword) who taxied up to the fence and tied down nearby.
And it's all in Lost Angeles.
Draw up a list of cities in this country which are named for saints.
Or a list of places in the country whose **names end in "o." I made one for California alone some time ago. It began in and around San Diego and moved north to Oregon.
Hello to la chica de Chico--speaking of angels--and to TT, who can sing like the devil.
Wasco & Kokomo, named for the old clown
Moscow in Idontno
Sand Ysidro y San Yskidmo
Fresno & Camp Fo
St. Joe and Tahoe do not qualify.
San Francisco Luis Obispo de San Anselmo
Frisco and Dago are swabbie lingo.
Don't forget the Ghetto or the Grotto at Fisherman's wharf.
The Cental Valley valley cities of Fresno and Modesto and Sacramento
Igo and Uno
Please pardon my pecadillo and pass around the halo for pennies from heaven.
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Captain...or Skully
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in the oil patch...Fricken Bakken, that's where
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Dec 18, 2014 - 06:29am PT
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Have a safe journey. I'm headed the other way, to the Great Prairie.
WooHoo!
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