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A thread about threads that thread onto another thread and thus go off-thread...!
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-bf
Talking of Rabbits, has anyone seen my new tennis racket?
I'm doing a washload, and I have seven odd socks.....!
Well that takes care of six.... but what about the seventh one....? huh? HUH?? Mr. Smartypants (of which, out of 12, I only have 9 left, by the frickin' way....!!)
Well,
My mom always told me that the "Sock Monster" eats your socks! LOL! :buck: The "Sock Monster" also lives in your washing machine. After raising kids, I am really starting to believe this! :bs: HEHEHE!
Adiana :type: :mullet:
Yes, that's just what I had assumed.
Does that mean that because I used to be a scuba diver that I was once a Dolphin? (or forbid it, a SHARK!!!!) (grins!)
~~P'tuny
I just used that online conversion site for the first time to do this!! It's great!! It was so easy! Here's the link if anyone's interested:
Online Conversion Site
Jacx,
I've never seen a cat with hiccups! It must be hilarious!!
I live in Alberta, but lived in Manitoba all my life until these last three years.
What a difference in climates during the winter.
Here the cold is never long (Chinook winds are balmy)
and there is so little snow as opposed to what I was used to.
It is really nice here.
~~P'tuny
I lived in Calgary for six months one winter and the weather was awesome! Every morning I'd put on my long john's, heavy coat, hat, scarf etc. and by noon the Chinook would blow in and the temperature would go up 10 degrees and I'd have to discard half my clothing. I remember you could even see the Chinook coming in, that horizontal line on the horizon. Amazing!
I've never been as far west as Vancouver or Victoria but I've heard it's like Miami at this time of year. Lol!!
We must be the only People in Canada to have a decent winter this year!
((Warm hugs to you))
Here you go, just for you!
Pussy Willows from just outside Banff.
~~P'tuny
Oh my goodness, I don't believe you! How silly is that...??!!:D
I happen to know that they are new bunny tails for the baby bunnies born at Easter time....
I have it on very good authority.
The Easter Chick told me.... :wavey:
I'll ask the Easter Chick and the Easter Bunny about the Pussy Willows - they are coming around for tea this afternoon.
Let me be the token bonkers bod, please? I have a note from my doctor!
Well....if it makes you happy!!:om:
:ukflag:
There is just something so special about how soft and
gentle they are.
And yes, I loved Monty Python and you'll find that "Life of Brian" is probably in the "most quoted film" category on this site.
No they aren't.
And I'm just arguing with you in my spare time.. Heh! (Refer to Monty Python 'The Argument Clinic' sketch)
(sorry is this the quick 10 minute version or the full half hour?)
See the løveli lakes
The wonderful telephøne system
And mani interesting furry animals
Including the majestic møøse
Horace
Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this his Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as he spoke they saw
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns
"You could have deep-fried that with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept, her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay: a boy no more,
Just a stomach, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his
They ate it – that's what haggis is.