Oh... my... gawd... here a thingie, there a thingie, everywhere a thingie thingie. Thingies in mayo seem kind of cheesey. Now, thingie with thocolate thyrup, that a threat.
*walks away singing softly to himself*
I thing a thing thong...
*raises hand*
Oh-oh-oh.. I know... "What are migrating mosquitos?"
I would have commented on the mosquito thing... buuut, like a three year old, my attention span isn't the greatest, and it got sidetracked by these mayo covered thingies that Keith was serving. *yuck*
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
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Mosquitos hate my husband. I think it is because he smokes. He says ( not me) that it is because he is so think skinned that their noses or whatever they are break when they touch his skin. They eat me alive. It is not because I am so sweet either. I have tried sleeping with the ashtray next to me or putting ashes mixed in my lotion..but now I use Avon Skin So Soft so I do not smell like Deet or bug killer.
mosquitos are attracted to sweat, body heat, and the carbon dioxide from your breath. smoking messes up your vapor trail for them, and repellant either makes your sweat taste or smell unpleasant to them..or blocks the odor altogether...
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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My Gallery
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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My Gallery
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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My Gallery
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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My Gallery
"In an apparent, and to some, obvious bid for re-election ... suspected vote tampering in the fall election in the mayoralty race in Mayonaiseville was uncovered and the incumbent Keith 'Read My Mayonaise Covered Lips' DH, has fallen into disrepute with the voters.
Mr. DH was reported to be, allegedly, canvassing art websites in search of those that would inflate the number of voters list unfairly in his favour. His inducement for favoritism was rumoured to be an offer of a 'strawberry jaquiri' in one hand and 'Peanut Butter and Jelly Sammiches' in the other. Which was the most unpronounceable sound bite in the history of elections. More to come after this commercial break. ..."
Of course, now with Mr Mayo out of the way, that means that I, Col. Mustard can now go for the Mayors position. So as a sign of fairness to to my new constituents, I have this confession to make. I did it with the candlestick.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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*Note: The above quote has been edited for adult content for suitable viewing by a G audience ... and for Les content so that it fits onto your screen.
lol@hisownself on that last part. Ohh, I shall never be brief. :oP
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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Keep an eye out at your local airports to those south of me and my fellow Canuckleheads. Our skeeters require the big landing strip ... they make'em big up here that's for sure. Had to have a blood infusion once. *shudders at that memory*
It was this ... *holds up hands* ... big, I tell ya. Her name was Gertrude, left me her card after the feeding. Let me get it for you ... *fumbles in his desk* ... ahh, here it is:
Gertrude Skeeter; Recruitment Specialist for National Blood Services.
Hmmph ... never even wrote back after that tryst. *tosses card into the wastebasket*
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
Albert Camus
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My Gallery
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords an shot each other
The police office came to find the noise
And found them to dead boys
If you do not believe this lie
Go ask the blind man he saw it too.
There are lines missing, alas my brain is too adled by sleep deprivation to remember any of them.
way up north as in a small northern ontario mining town,hint ...this town is the home of 1 of Canadas largest gold producers.The mine,on 1 shift had as many as 800 men per shift running 3 shifts.....
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
The deaf policeman heard the noise
So he went and killed those two dead boys
If you do not believe that this lie is true
Go ask the blind man, he saw it too.
Oh well, I got at least 90 percent of it correct. I found many different versions on the internet, so I knew I was going to screw something up. One of the more intersting versions I found went something like this...
(Optional Beginning)
Ladies and gentlemen, hoboes and tramps,
Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants,
I come before you to stand behind you,
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
There will be a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only;
Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor.
The topic to discuss...
The crime that has never been committed.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other,
One was blind and the other couldn't, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!