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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 30, 2015 - 06:55pm PT
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JANET LEWIS
Yvor Winterswife
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Some results of contemplation in the garden. One supposes the presence of gnome as spider hangs contemplating fly in its silken coffin--
The path
The Spider makes through the air,
Invisible,
Until the light touches it.
The path
The light takes through the air, invisible,
Until it finds the spider’s web.
Fossil, being wondering at, calls forth a description of great age--
In quiet dark transformed to stone,
Cell after cell to crystal grown,
The pattern stays, the substance gone....
Not quite so old, Tiny Anasazi Woman’s mummy greets her--
How, unconfused, she met the morning sun,
And the pure sky of night,
Knowing no land beyond the great horizons...
Old gods and new abound--
Men of Awatobi,
Killed by men of the Three Mesas,
By arrow, by fire,
Betrayed, trapped in their own kivas.
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The men of the Three Mesas,
In terror for the peace of the great kachinas
who hold the world together,
Who hold creation in balance,
Took council, acted...
And wind cries “Janet”--
The sunlight pours unshaken through the wind...
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Navajo thinks like Eskimo:
Singing in duet, water and snow demand their due vocabulary--
Tsaile, Chinle,
Water flowing in, flowing out.
Slow water caught in a pool,
Caught in a gourd;
Water upon the lips, in the throat:
Falling upon longhair
Loosened in ceremony:
Fringes of rain sweeping darkly
From the dark side of a cloud,
Riding the air in sunlight,
Issuing cold from a rock,
Transparent as air, or darkened
With earth, bloodstained, grief-heavy;
In a country of no dew, snow
Softly pile, or stinging
in bitter wind...
The earth and the sky were constant,
But water,
How could they name it with one name?
III
Quebec falls and Sun rises over British Empire--
That September day the English appeared so suddenly that they seemed to have dropped from the sky; appeared, and fired. A warm rain fell now and again upon the troops, and the smoke from the rifles [muskets in fact] lay in long, white streamers, dissipating slowly. The noise of the rifles, reflected from the running water and from the cliffs, was something like thunder, but the rain was too quiet. And running, for the French, had become almost more important than fighting.
“The head of Montcalm lay upon the breast of Ma-mongazid, the young Ojibway, the dark sorrowful face, with its war paint of vermillion and white, intent above the French face graying rapidly. Presently they took the Marquis to the hospital in St. Charles, where he died. Ma-mongazid with his warriors in thirty bark canoes returned to pointe Chegoimegon through the yellowing woods and increasing storms of autumn. The rule of the French was over, the province of Michilimackinac had become the Northwest Territory. The Ojibways called the English Saugaunosh, the Dropped-From-The-Clouds, and regretted the French."
Abraham cries out
Angel grabs the knife
Hands it to Yvor’s wife
Granting her long life
Amid a jungle of words
While roller skating the buffalo heard
She placed each just so
So snow and Navajo
Become friendly
With Eskimo and ice
Sun comes up
Water runs off
Makes canyons in the plains
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And along came McMurtree, a big fan of Sutree
Sacajawea/Janey/Mrs. Cherbono/The Squat/Myth-Woman/Pomp’s Mom
Speaking of whom...
Shaqua Jawea was a first string guard for the Mighty Mandans Female Lacrosse league team. She knew very little besides weaving in and out, everyday weaving, corn-pounding, skin dressing, tipi construction, cooking, plus she had experience at babysitting, having been with TaoSaint Cherbonno, rather a clown in buckskin, if you believe Clark and Lewis. She happened to be married to this man who was hired to guide the Corps of Discovery and was swept along upstream as they left for higher elevations in spring of 1805, using their boat--sometimes propelling it upstream with wind, dragging it along with ropes, and most other times using only their hands and their feet and long poles, all the time being told to put their backs into it as well.
Though her main usefulness was to be interpreting with the Indians, Saxawajea knew some of the route they needed to follow to get over the mountains. It turned out she was good for about enough “local knowledge” that it saw the corps through approximately two or three days worth of travel. That was a minor discovery of some moment. They had been conned by a young Indian’s trick. They were stuck with her and the baby, who grew to be a favorite of Clark. He was known as Little Pomp.
Gotta keep on polin’,
Keep that corps a-rollin’,
Up the Mighty Mo we will glide--
Through rain and snow and sagebrush,
We’re in no big old gold rush,
And let’s all keep this hush-hush,
Till we are by the oceanside.
Jaw hide!
Add to their burden the labor of collecting Indian dialects for President TJ, in addition to the facts-gathering, plus stepping carefully around Sioux feelings, and the sum of their efforts seems high. We’ve double-checked that with our patent-toed calculator, which only uses fingers and toes--and does so in base nineteen, so it’s a little skewed but still more than acceptable for gov’t work.
I’ll bet it got hectic, every sew often. The name of the plains warriors, the Teton Siow, gave William Clark fits, like the name of Chernobbo. He used an old Indian trick, one perfected by the Navaho and the Esquimaux, where he just spelt it like he felt it, like.
As in:
Soues, Sous, Sisouex, Soues, Seoues, Sciox, Sciouxm, Sioux, Seaux, Sieus, Scouix, Seauex, Seauix, Souix, Siaux, Sious, Sceoux, Sieuex, Sceaux, Shoe, Soux, & Souis.
“Sue me--I’m an American enjoying his right to do as he damn well pleases.”
These versions of the tribe’s name were all in the expedition’s journal, according to the eminently voluminous Mr. McShoetree. It seems all were in agreement on the word teton, though some may have used words like “boob,” etc.
“See that buck? His name’s Thunder Bubbies. And there’s old Two In The Hand.”
“Either of them related to Tipi Tops?”
“That boob Sioux? I hope not!”
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Easterners adapt to the Mad Mad Wide Wide Wild World of the Wacky West.
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There is no mention in the journal or anywhere else in the literature of the Latin Indians. Nor one iota of the less-famous-by-far Greek Indians. The expectation was that they might run into a few wandering Creeks, but no mention of them, either.
And so it goes, moving west.
edit
Sacajawea, or Janey, was in fact a captive who had been shuffled from one group of Native american nomads to another and ended up with Charbo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 01:23am PT
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For those suffering weather miseries.
Thawing Out the Pump
A young man realized that certain jobs were part of his work on the farm. He couldn’t expect to get out of turning the grindstone; in season he expected to weed the strawberries and thin the carrots. But on a winter’s morning when the red line in the thermometer was below the zero mark, he wished that thawing out the barnyard pump was not a regular chore. Sometimes, of course, the pump at the kitchen sink caught, but that pump was usually open to reason and quickly responded to a dipperful of hot water.
The barnyard pump was a stubborn affair although long experience had taught him the technique of thawing it out. No use trying to hurry things. Inanimate objects can display an unconscionable amount of patience-testing perversity.
Before a boy went out to help with the morning milking, he put two copper ketles over the front covers of the stove and stoked the firebox with oak and maple. After breakfast he took the boiling water and went to work. Too bad the man who wrote the ad in the catalogue didn’t have to thaw out what he called the “new pattern, close-top, antifreeze lift pump” himself.
One went at it carefully. Just a bit of the got water. Work the creaking handle up and down. A little more water. Work the handle steadily. Not too fast. More water. Still that raucous, hollow, gawking noise. More water. More handle pumping. Pour water with one hand; work the handle with the other. Second tea kettle almost gone. Would the water come? Suddenly a welcome sound. A deeper, purposeful gurgle. More hot water. The feel of weight as water started. Then one could relax. He could feel the water on the way up before the cold, crackling liquid splashed into the trough.
Thawing out the pump is still a morning chore on northland farms. A lad doesn’t pretend to understand atomic fission, but when the new power is under control, he hopes some of it will be hitched to pumps beside the farm watering troughs.
For those lucky enough to live in close proximity with nature in some of the older regions of the country.
Granite Steps
There is meaningful history in worn granite steps.
For two centuries and more they have served their purpose.
Some are the round, flat-topped granite stones at kitchen doors.
Others have lain, little used, before the front doors that lead to the small formal parlors
with their horsehair sofas and intricately carved whatnots.
Big granite rocks have served as stepping stones to the doorsills of ells and woodsheds.
One sees them slanting up to the big barn barn doorways and at the entrance to the tie-ups.
Many an old time barn had a stairway made of steps for the cows
to go up and down from the barn cellar.
Far back on abandoned country roads that wind along hillsides and dip into hollows
there are abandoned old cellar holes.
The granite steps that led into these homes of yesteryear are appealing reminder of the days
when children’s voices echoed over open fields—fields long since reclaimed by nature.
These granite steps are the natural stones left on the land or in it
by the slow-moving glaciers of long ago.
One can imagine the work involved in bringing them to places
where they would serve the needs of man:
a pioneer driving a yoke or two of oxen hitched to a stoneboat,
the farm boys, the huge chains, and the heavy crossbars to help in their removal.
When the clearings in the woodlands became fields and the log cabins had served their purpose,
a man built a frame house for his family.
Mothers and wives probably searched the fields and pastures in advance
for the flat-topped rocks that would serve as doorsteps.
The era of the natural stone steps, before man learned to split granite for his needs,
was an integral part of a new nation’s development.
Solid granite steps were part of the homes of long ago.
On many farms they still serve.
They have known the footsteps of past generations;
they will know the footsteps of generations yet to come.
All photos by Haydn S. Pearson from his book Countryman's Year, Whittlesey House, 1949.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 02:29am PT
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Try as I may z , then switcher Roo
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caught in factby the fact that no such sadness should be forgot the making of zaintz seems more like pointing out the frailty fail Éé ness of the church to it own flok.
That strident adoration to the tenants, of any one belief system over another , to the total demise of any other beliefs or culture surrounding those other beliefs is the standard by which the Abrhamic religious cultures mesure their success.. Total domination of or the assimilation of 100% of a indigenous population.
The real artifact would do, if the new holy man could best the world and live in the wilderness then God loved him for spreading the word, his life was validated by his drawing breath and the lord venerated by his pressing the flesh? ?
western wilds are haunted by the tens of thousands of souls that died at the hands of the white godly race?
Hey that is as cool as usual unless you knew that I climbed a bit with Kamps.!
He was very much a late 80's mentor , another pure ground up no preview climber.
Not at all anti bolt but highly anti easy out, slippery slope, issues guy.
Whanna bet? Patzs or Hawkzs ? I think it will be a fun game that is a kin to the end of the why holy why Roman Empire not Greek? so to speak
speak badly of religion at my own peril but I can. and do all the time, seems Mrs Oblahme, thinks it is the wiskey or with out the E
hell is I like to stay just off not on all the tome of golden bells , hear em
did it strike that heel first then knee elbow knee face hair covered in blood
line me up Scotty beam be to Christ I survived fourteen! and you too!
. . . . . . that saidness of the first, original true people has always been a thing that I wish more climbers would respect. as to the genocide in the name of the cross God.
I played with the raw deal that them 'Merican's got
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 03:14am PT
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Love for the Kampfire.
Love for camping in general.
Hold your tennis racquet with both hands on the backhand.
Hold the climbing rope with one hand.
Simple.
What if Bob Kamps had held climbing camps, mush as Robbins had his trips into the yonder mountains?
Bob was one of the greatest of 'Mericans at climbing rocks.
I think his contributions deserve much greater recognition than he has so far received.
http://www128.pair.com/r3d4k7/Bouldering_History3.0.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Kamps
http://climbrockclub.com/youth-programs/vacation-mini-camps/
the BE-ee coming attitudes are taught,along with the rules, of grammar,at this minique camp, much tenants elbowing as basic tenets are taught to likely gym ratz.
Remember, Gene Tenace of the World Champ Athletics. Now there was a belayer!
He was a hall of fame catcher in that respect, but his climbing career was kiboshed by Charlie Finley, who said he was risking the team's success. Good point.
He had a mean backhand as well as a deadly throw to second.
The Ace caught Vida Blue's no-hitter in 1970 against the Twins, 6-0, when Vida became the youngest pitcher since Paul Dean's no-hitter on the same date, Sept. 21, 1934.
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The role of the catcher in this no-hitter must have been that of the wily vet and the new kid, who never used a lick of VO, most likely.
Football is like religion, being played mainly on Sunday. Throw in golf, what the heck.
We like the Seahawks in straight sets.
Brady's footwork on the backhand has not suffered over the years, but his sideline game is hinky, and his lobs haven't been winners as much as in the past.
Over on the other bench, Wilson is half-black and is looking for a trip to meet the president. Brady's been there several times. Coach Carrol, too, as a collegiate national champ. Wilson's passing game is peakining. He has younger legs than Brady and is able to avoid the rush at the net by setting up faster.
I also keep getting over the computer's speakers, due to the adware virus, an audio, which repeats, "He's gonna go! Touchdown, Seattle!"
TOTALLY looks like the Super Bowl Loser, Ronster!
The Born Loser.ur not gonna die on my watch.--weedge
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Jan 31, 2015 - 08:14am PT
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Gypsy has NOT left the building...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 09:17am PT
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I awoke to sniffl out that I've got a cold boo hiss !
but returning with no time right now
Christ, Chuck - stop kicking and screaming me me and stop drinking.
I am all in for YA man so if you can get in to a program
or
button up and send the runout three weeks is bull,
you got princess eses to raise !!
lov YA though!
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I was always mad at bobby for being a dog , then at the telluride shows in '87 Phill and I said as much I hopez to ?? what , Phill thought to cut down on drama but really it was just watching was hard or made phill hard? any way latter it was pointed out to me that those that can do
Do do they do it for us who get very little to no groupie, so that the vicarious living is rewarded by hero worship , to which B Wier Has A weege like addiction to.
IAlways wil be mad at Phill for not being a better brothers keeper to Gerrball, who was much more pet like in his needs after the Coma. Not that any blame lies at anyone's feet, but captain Tripz, Gerry also could not stop and so his hart did
Rest is the l. . . .left is the legacy of the Greatful Dead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 02:10pm PT
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Lady and the Tram
20,000 Leads Under the Sea
Davy Crockett King of the Wild Front Points
Around the World in 80 Pitches
Old Yeller
The Bridge on the River Kwai at the Center of the Universe
These are some of the cinematic offerings at the Village Theater (a mere twenty cents, soon raised to a quarter) in Sacto.
Lucky Market, Rhodes, JC Penny with 40' plate glass windows, Rhodes Department Store with escalators, Walgreen's...all these and many more at North Sacto's Country Club Center.
We lived about a half-mile from this shopping center at what some call the Four Corners, at Watt Ave. and El Camino. The land was originally horse pasture purchased for a drive-in theater, which was changed for the better. They held sports car races in the rear parking lot every so often.
When it was clear, when you bothered to look, you could see some Sierra Nevada skyline from these shopping centers. We took up residence here in 1954.
My sister Lenna found these on GI.
I did not get to see The Abominable Snowman, the best of the Yeti movies.
Joe Dante is wrong, however, there are no Ab Snowmen in the Alps!
Hammer Films. Ha!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 31, 2015 - 03:14pm PT
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Which team is going to win the SupaBowel and how confindent are you of your prognostication? Dollarwise.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 03:30pm PT
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trying real for real not to go iceklambering or gambling, same thing.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 31, 2015 - 04:23pm PT
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The team with the most points at the end of the game,
This covers many situations, except that one annoying instance where no team scores any points, that is to say, the null game.
Is confindent a word? What happened to The Flames spellchecker?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2015 - 04:47pm PT
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I will, under protest, choose a team to win.
I hate Paul Schaffer the piano player, Late nite show side kick,for personal reasons, he still
plays music at the drop of the hat, like Brady he can play.
so I will take them east coast Patriots and take seven points.
One touch down is a close stupor bowl score history being the tallywacker!
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Hangin' Judge of milk ball flats the malted kind from Leaf Candies, once a subsidiary of Grace
That would be W.R. GRACE the company chart on the nysexc, as one of the all time most stagnant stock or down trending
of any,... why do I care or know I have no idea?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 05:55pm PT
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Go Go Go Lax
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jan 31, 2015 - 06:36pm PT
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Back before the advent of gay pool, there was only straight pool. $3000 a game.
-Fast Eddie, Flo & Eddie, Eddie Haskel & Minnesota (don't call me Joe Montana) Fats
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In the immortal words of Junipero Serra (no not que sera, sera) GodDamn
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 31, 2015 - 10:11pm PT
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Nahuatlbee will bee, Brujozee.
Aztecan from the Florentine Codex.
Aztec Warrior
I zicka zimba, zimba, zimba
zicka zimba, zimba, hey
I zicka zimba, zimba, zimba
I zicka zimba, zimba, hey
Hold him down, you Aztec warrior!
Hold him down, you Aztec chief,
Chief chief chief...
I kamma zimba zimba zi-yo
I kamma zimba zimba zee
I kamma zimba zimba zi-yo
I kamma zimba zimba zee
See him there, the Aztec warrior!
See him there, the Aztec chief,
Chief, chief, chief...
Zee what'll be next...during the next sing-a-long at The Flames All & Sundry Campfire, girls and boys. (Not affiliated with Campfire Girls & Boys USA, but with strong ties to NSARA, DHOA, and the Gang of Three or More.)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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ACME ADVICE AND CHEESE SHOP
We strive to give you the best advice, hence the name “Acme.”
The best advice is none, they say.
We agree. Take all the advice you want from us--it’s free.
The preceding sentence is meant as an offer, not as advice. It is a free offer, however.
We advise you to use it at your own risk, and that’s all the advice we have.
We have no other advice.
If we did, we might sell it, but no one buys advice except from paid consultants, who are merely tax write-offs at best; and they have been known to have miserable track records, though some must be insightful and wise.
And as for cheese, cheese is where you find it.
We have a special today--all cheese in the shop is free.
Eat it at your own risk: We assume no liability in case you get sick from not eating cheese you don’t have that may or may not have gone bad.
I should have mentioned we haven’t any cheese today.
Sorry, my lad; my bad.
Cheese seldom “goes off,” but what do I know? I’m not an expert on the subject of cheese “going off.”
I simply have this cheese shop which is really just a front for giving advice I don’t have.
Why do it? It makes me feel wise.
There once was a film crew here,
the interviewer
quizzing me
as interviewee
extensively
about did we
or didn’t we
actually
carry
cheese
here in this establishment.
Wheel, sez I, let me see.
I dodged into the back.
I let on that I was fumbling about.
Then came out
with some Jack O’Monterey
and I made them a present of it.
And they went off happy as can be.
We know how to handle the roughest customers.
When a man thinks he’s got the better of you, he’ll likely be a repeat customer.
We keep a block of Jack in the Back in a Box, you see.
We’re thinking of starting a drive-thru, on the advice of that same crew.
We are Acme, and we ARE the best.
We listen. We care.
You should too.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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[Click to View YouTube Video]I have added vice to my life
Recently , in this last Unforgiving year the list is scary
Booze,
first drops in ten years
super Topo
Masterbitory yelling into the wind,
Gym membership
far more lifting up and putting things down than I have ever engaged in
being nice to the wife
the rewards are the same, strange . . . not
Some 'Strange'
Not worth the drama, knocked that BJ Off the bucket list
Turmeric
in food, as a facial, and trip the rice color
the list of things dangerous and now on the bad list have also multiplied
Oh dear as this is going to be a day and evening of doing other things, check out the most recent Avery shares those are the spires of, to, and for to aspire to climb! I know no punk tu ation
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Cortez was a killer, no?
Don't tell me he's been beatified. If that big dumb blonde with her wheel in the gorge ever gets nominated I'll self-ex-communicate straightaway.
Funny thing, I didn't dream I saw St. Augustine last night, but I did dream I got a brand new trumpet with a really sophisticated mouthpiece, so with no further ado, here's Harry's mom and her posse.
I know I said no further, but (no offense to Willie Waldman intended)I have to observe that I do not sweat profusely when trumpeting. Likely excuse here is the bright lights of the big city and lack of rehearsal time.
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Everybody went down to that million dollar bash, yet only the Dude's dad came back up*. Happy hunting. Like a Bridges rising out of troubled water it seems.
*Maybe not factually correct, but fair use under The Flames Literary License to Kill. We do know for sure that Captain Ahab came back up a couple of times, but he eventually went down for the count.
Jai Guru Deva? Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh.
While it may be safe to get back in the water, don't drink it.
-George Orwell, 1984
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