What's up guys? My computer had a virus that forced us to go without internet, (and HS Web) for a while. But I'm back!
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Yankeeclipper,
We sure missed you! A lot of things have changes since you left. Let me get you up to speed. A baseball game is limited to three innings to avoid player over-exertion. Caving in to the pressure from horse lovers of America, the covering of a baseball is no longer horsehide but made of a green synthetic substance manufactured from used McDonalds French fry oil and bermuda grass clippings. Behind the plate umpires are extinct having been replaced with optic sensors. Cleats have been replaced with foam soled shoes to avoid punishing the grass. Showcases are no longer gender specific. Since female softball players wanted to participate in all the high profile showcases, all Perfect Game events are co-ed and use a “hybrid” ball larger than a baseball but smaller than a softball. Pitchers must pitch underhanded at all PG events. PGStaff is working out a multiplier to calculate overhand velocity. While Skoal is still banned at all sporting events as it should be, it is now available in a heart shaped pink container. Pete Rose is now the President of the Baseball hall of Fame.
We sure missed you! A lot of things have changes since you left. Let me get you up to speed. A baseball game is limited to three innings to avoid player over-exertion. Caving in to the pressure from horse lovers of America, the covering of a baseball is no longer horsehide but made of a green synthetic substance manufactured from used McDonalds French fry oil and bermuda grass clippings. Behind the plate umpires are extinct having been replaced with optic sensors. Cleats have been replaced with foam soled shoes to avoid punishing the grass. Showcases are no longer gender specific. Since female softball players wanted to participate in all the high profile showcases, all Perfect Game events are co-ed and use a “hybrid” ball larger than a baseball but smaller than a softball. Pitchers must pitch underhanded at all PG events. PGStaff is working out a multiplier to calculate overhand velocity. While Skoal is still banned at all sporting events as it should be, it is now available in a heart shaped pink container. Pete Rose is now the President of the Baseball hall of Fame.
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Fungo... Very Bullwinkle-esque...or Gotwood4sale-esque...or is it the other way around?....
Fungo... Very Bullwinkle-esque...or Gotwood4sale-esque...or is it the other way around?....
Fungo,
You a funny guy
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You forgot to add that PG is now scouting and ranking football players.....
You a funny guy
.You forgot to add that PG is now scouting and ranking football players.....
Got quite a chuckle out of that Fungo. Speaking of Gotwood4sale, I enjoyed his posts and haven't heard from him in a while. If he's lucky he's vacationing somewhere warm.
I am Bullwinkle. I am called many names, but I have chosen 'Bullwinkle.'
Below is a memory of mine...it has been driven into the dark regions of my brain, only to be brought back in a burst of remembrance.
young Bullwinkle: "Of all things, to live in darkness must be the worst."
o
Master Fungo: "Fear is the only darkness."
o
Master Fungo :"Never assume that because a man has no eyes, he cannot see."
o
Bullwinkle looks bewildered
o
Master Fungo: "'Close your eyes. What do you hear?'
o
young Bullwinkle : 'I hear the water. I hear the birds.'
o
Master Fungo :'Do you hear your own heartbeat?'
o
young Bullwinkle :'No.'
o
Master Fungo :'Do you hear the grasshopper which at your feet?'
o
Bullwinkle opens his eyes and looks down at his feet to see a grasshopper there.
o
young Bullwinkle :'Old Fogie, how is it that you hear these things?'
o
Master Fungo :'Young Moose, how is it that you do not?'"
o
Master Fungo : "Perceive the way of nature and no force of man can harm you. Do not meet a wave head on: avoid it. You do not have to stop force: it is easier to redirect it. Learn more ways to preserve rather than destroy. Avoid rather than check. Check rather than hurt. Hurt rather than maim. Maim rather than kill. For all life is precious nor can any be replaced."
Below is a memory of mine...it has been driven into the dark regions of my brain, only to be brought back in a burst of remembrance.
young Bullwinkle: "Of all things, to live in darkness must be the worst."
o
Master Fungo: "Fear is the only darkness."
o
Master Fungo :"Never assume that because a man has no eyes, he cannot see."
o
Bullwinkle looks bewildered
o
Master Fungo: "'Close your eyes. What do you hear?'
o
young Bullwinkle : 'I hear the water. I hear the birds.'
o
Master Fungo :'Do you hear your own heartbeat?'
o
young Bullwinkle :'No.'
o
Master Fungo :'Do you hear the grasshopper which at your feet?'
o
Bullwinkle opens his eyes and looks down at his feet to see a grasshopper there.
o
young Bullwinkle :'Old Fogie, how is it that you hear these things?'
o
Master Fungo :'Young Moose, how is it that you do not?'"
o
Master Fungo : "Perceive the way of nature and no force of man can harm you. Do not meet a wave head on: avoid it. You do not have to stop force: it is easier to redirect it. Learn more ways to preserve rather than destroy. Avoid rather than check. Check rather than hurt. Hurt rather than maim. Maim rather than kill. For all life is precious nor can any be replaced."
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Gotta love that Moose...
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Gotta love that Moose...
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I agree, gotta love the moose! I threw my “Moose gun” in the lake and tore up my hunting licenses. Bullwinkle, I am no longer a meat and potatoes type of guy. Your influence is overpowering....I don't know why, but every time I get in the Jacuzzi I get this craving for water lilys with thousand island dressing.
The Moose is back!
Cain has found his long lost Brother! I knew he was alive in America. bTW, don't mess with the Moose, he knows Kung Fu. (Probably several other Chinese words as well.)
Fungo,
You missed the most important change. We are now allowed to actually say the word S****R on our board !!!!!
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You missed the most important change. We are now allowed to actually say the word S****R on our board !!!!!
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oops !!!
I guess not !!!!
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I guess not !!!!
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lol...it's good to be back
Denisr400:
Thanks for your concern...you were partly right in surmising that I was vacationing in sunny, warmer climes. The truth is the closest I get to that kind of action is my twice daily sojourn to the upstairs bathroom with my back copy of 'Baseball America' tucked under my arm...just sit back (making sure not to dislodge the tank once again), turn on the heatlamp, and enjoy some reading and relaxation...until one of the kids come knocking looking for a Scrunci or overdue library book... never less than three and a half minutes... Cancun or Mazatlan it ain't, but it'll do...for now.
Yankeeclipper at least has a legitimate reason for not being around lately...computer virus...sounds scary...glad to have you back clipper. We had one of those viruses once...had to sit at the keyboard all day wearing one of those paper surgical masks...kinda funny actually, but still...what an ordeal.
My brief hiatus was holiday related...it all started innocently enough on Thanksgiving Day. We hosted the shindig this year...we're all sitting around the beautifully decorated table being thankful, grateful, and cordial...or pretending to be at least. My mother-in-law and Uncle Lou had me strategically boxed in from either side. This has become common practice at these family affairs and it has never been fully or satisfactorily explained to me. One of my kids said it probably has something to do with keeping me from monopolizing the conversation...can't imagine.
I was finishing up the last of my several 'second helpings' of turkey and mashed potatoes when I felt the first fleeting effects. I wasn't sure if it was just the conversation, the dinner guests, or blah, blah, blah... but I was getting seriously drowsy. I think it was on my second or third piece of pumpkin pie and Cool Whip that I started to drift off as the talk turned giddy...on and on about these big sales at Best Buy and Circuit City. Or was it Target and J.C. Penney? Could have been The GAP and Old Navy...I'm just not sure...all I remember for certain before nosing into my pie was this fairly unanimous warning ...TOMORROW...GET THERE EARLY and DON'T FORGET YOUR COUPONS!
Someone must have carted me off to my Lazy Boy because that is the first memory I have after regaining semi-consciousness...struggling to sit upright in the recliner...forgetting about that lever on the side that raises the back...as dawn was breaking I heard the soothing sound of the whistling at the end of the 'Andy Griffith' show...someone had left the TV on and tuned to WGN...the cranberry and gravy stains on my shirt were quite obvious even in the dim light...and the pumpkin pie had hardened somewhat in both nostrils...my thinning gray hair felt oddly stylish with its Cool Whip mousse...still quite drowsy I realized that I was in the clutches of the Day After Thanksgiving malady...the dreaded 'Tryptophan Trance'. I literally was tripping on tryptophan!
Call it panic or call it paranoia, but whatever it was it gripped me...hard. Actually it was just the velcro for the dust covers that was ensnaring my non-dairy embellished coiffure. I casted around the room several times before I managed to find the phone. An antidote was needed... fast! I frantically searched the speed-dial directory for the Butterball Hotline...it just had to be there...up and down the directory 10 or 12 times...no luck. What is that blasted number?... 1-800-B-U-T-T-E-R-B...nope...1-800-B-T-T-R-B-L-L...dang...1-800-H-O-T-B-U-T-T...got someone to answer on that one but unfortunately she didn't know anything about turkeys or trances...all she wanted was my credit card number...although her sales pitch was quite alluring ...no dice.
As my desperation deepened and hope was spinning into despair I was suddenly attracted to the TV...through my mental fog I managed to fixate on the screen...there...in all of his folksy splendor...was David Oreck...beckoning me to go somewhere soon and purchase one of his vacuum cleaners or air cleaners...probably both. He suggested they make nice Christmas gifts and the filters and bags make great stocking stuffers. What a perfect idea for a Christmas present...exceedingly practical yet practical. Did I mention practical? No time to waste...shop early...biggest shopping day of the year...huge discounts...don't forget your coupons...don't let your retailers down!
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash...no, no, no...sorry...wrong holiday. Away to the garage I flew to my old Chrysler, tore open the door and threw it into reverse...just missed the paperboy as I trundled quickly backwards down the narrow driveway and out into the street. Although still in quite a stupor I was feeling giddy...now...where to start? The mall...the mall...that's all.
It wasn't even 6:00am yet, but by the time I reached the mall almost every one of the stores was open and crowded. Footlocker...no room to put your foot down. Barnes and Noble...too crowded to even turn a page. Hobby Lobby...can't even see the lobby. Marshalls...all full. Lane Bryant...not too many shoppers at all yet still quite crowded. Hip Hop Haven...blinded by the bling. The Honey Baked Ham Store...no room to spiral. Sam Goody...too crowded to even carry a tune. PetSmart...didn't even look...too stinky. Sears...not a soul...guess the new line of Craftsman tools were not in yet. Even the Orange Julius had a line snaking around the corner and out of the food court. No room to maneuver...depressing.
All I could think of was how late I was. I'm missing out! How did I let this happen? Did I oversleep? Was my heart not into it? Am I going to miss out on all of the hot, new, trendy stuff...visions of Cabbage Patch Dolls and Tickle Me Elmo danced in my befogged head. Am I going to disappoint everyone? Am I going to...going to...oh the horror...let my retailers down?
It was just the tryptophan speaking...rearing its dominating crystalline amino acid head and commanding me to move along...move along to more fertile retail ground. I pointed the Chrysler west and before long I heard a faint, rather pleasant, and uptempo, melody. It became increasingly louder as I continued to drive...this siren's song was drawing me in...like a moth drawn to a Bug Zapper. Suddenly there it was...a small store front in a strip mall...disco music leaking out from inside as the door was opened...many women in exercise garb flitting to and fro. Curves. The forbidden den. Where men are verboten. What must it be like I quizzed myself...especially on the biggest shopping day of the year? Did I have the moxie to tackle this? Was this insane? Hey, I've got a head full of turkey trance. Why not?
I tugged sheepishly on the door and it still opened easily. I nervously shuffled in and stopped by a desk with a young lady sitting behind. I was thinking to myself how lucky I was to have made it even this far without knowing the secret handshake, or gesture, or jiggle, or whatever women do to identify their secret societies. The young lady asked if I needed any help...what an open ended question that was. As much as I was tempted to say "sure...do you have a week?" I instead muttered "no, just waiting for someone to finish up". She then told me that she really liked my hair...she said it was 'zany'. I told her I styled it myself and that no animals were mistreated or abused during the formulation or manufacturing of the products involved. "It's good for the environment too" I proclaimed. She smiled knowingly and then offered me a tissue so that I might clear some of the pumpkin pie from my nostrils.
She told me that non-members must wait in the room through the door on the right. The sign over the door reads "Little Tikes and/or non-females". I guess I fit that description either way. I asked her if they had a soda machine and she said "yes...it's in the back." I check it out and discover that I have two choices... either 'Liberation' brand natural spring water with essential elements or Tab. As disgusting as Tab is, I choose it over the unknown essential elements in the 'Liberation' water. I look to see how much money it costs and darn if it doesn't ask for 84 cents. Who sells a can of soda from a machine for 84 cents? Was this part of their secret ritual?
I was real thirsty so I plunged my fist into the front pocket of my jeans to find the correct change. I had to fight my way past my Chrysler keys, Velamints, and filling station receipts before I finally hit paydirt. I pulled it all out and started slinging it down the coin slot...after the last four pennies clanged home it spit out a can of Tab. That was so much fun, and I do so enjoy getting rid of pennies, I decided to pop for two.
As I wandered back toward the Kiddie Corral/Man room I pulled the top on that first can of Tab and I sipped it as I gazed out over all of the women working out feverishly...it all was a blur of brightly colored polyester, spandex and natural fibers. Some women smiled at me while others almost scowled. Some seemed to be working effortlessly and others seemed to be struggling. Some made noises while others were nearly silent...all the while the disco music kept booming at a fast clip. Don't have a clue as to which song or artist was playing...thought I might have heard 'Basketball Jones' but I'm not sure...I get it mixed up with 'Radar Love' all of the time.
I checked out the waiting room...it was like a McDonalds Playland on an extremely small budget...bright primary colors...lots of little balls and twirly things...some bouncy platform in the corner...it really was more like a renovated janitor's closet...but best of all... no one to share it with...I was in heaven. After 10 or 15 minutes of sliding, jumping, and bouncing the tryptophan finally loosened its grip on me. I decided to sit back in the big bucket o' balls and celebrate my good fortune by downing the second Tab. Now if only I had my back copy of 'Baseball America'...this is wonderful...about three and a half minutes go by when my cell phone starts to ring...it's one of my kids...they tell me that my wife wants me home...and if it's not too much of a bother could I please stop by the mall and pick up Orange Juliuses for everyone. And have I seen the blue and yellow package of Scrunchis?...and have I seen a copy of 'The Lord of the Flies'?...it's six days past due. It truly was my lucky day...I had coupons for all of the Orange Juliuses!
Thanks for your concern...you were partly right in surmising that I was vacationing in sunny, warmer climes. The truth is the closest I get to that kind of action is my twice daily sojourn to the upstairs bathroom with my back copy of 'Baseball America' tucked under my arm...just sit back (making sure not to dislodge the tank once again), turn on the heatlamp, and enjoy some reading and relaxation...until one of the kids come knocking looking for a Scrunci or overdue library book... never less than three and a half minutes... Cancun or Mazatlan it ain't, but it'll do...for now.
Yankeeclipper at least has a legitimate reason for not being around lately...computer virus...sounds scary...glad to have you back clipper. We had one of those viruses once...had to sit at the keyboard all day wearing one of those paper surgical masks...kinda funny actually, but still...what an ordeal.
My brief hiatus was holiday related...it all started innocently enough on Thanksgiving Day. We hosted the shindig this year...we're all sitting around the beautifully decorated table being thankful, grateful, and cordial...or pretending to be at least. My mother-in-law and Uncle Lou had me strategically boxed in from either side. This has become common practice at these family affairs and it has never been fully or satisfactorily explained to me. One of my kids said it probably has something to do with keeping me from monopolizing the conversation...can't imagine.
I was finishing up the last of my several 'second helpings' of turkey and mashed potatoes when I felt the first fleeting effects. I wasn't sure if it was just the conversation, the dinner guests, or blah, blah, blah... but I was getting seriously drowsy. I think it was on my second or third piece of pumpkin pie and Cool Whip that I started to drift off as the talk turned giddy...on and on about these big sales at Best Buy and Circuit City. Or was it Target and J.C. Penney? Could have been The GAP and Old Navy...I'm just not sure...all I remember for certain before nosing into my pie was this fairly unanimous warning ...TOMORROW...GET THERE EARLY and DON'T FORGET YOUR COUPONS!
Someone must have carted me off to my Lazy Boy because that is the first memory I have after regaining semi-consciousness...struggling to sit upright in the recliner...forgetting about that lever on the side that raises the back...as dawn was breaking I heard the soothing sound of the whistling at the end of the 'Andy Griffith' show...someone had left the TV on and tuned to WGN...the cranberry and gravy stains on my shirt were quite obvious even in the dim light...and the pumpkin pie had hardened somewhat in both nostrils...my thinning gray hair felt oddly stylish with its Cool Whip mousse...still quite drowsy I realized that I was in the clutches of the Day After Thanksgiving malady...the dreaded 'Tryptophan Trance'. I literally was tripping on tryptophan!
Call it panic or call it paranoia, but whatever it was it gripped me...hard. Actually it was just the velcro for the dust covers that was ensnaring my non-dairy embellished coiffure. I casted around the room several times before I managed to find the phone. An antidote was needed... fast! I frantically searched the speed-dial directory for the Butterball Hotline...it just had to be there...up and down the directory 10 or 12 times...no luck. What is that blasted number?... 1-800-B-U-T-T-E-R-B...nope...1-800-B-T-T-R-B-L-L...dang...1-800-H-O-T-B-U-T-T...got someone to answer on that one but unfortunately she didn't know anything about turkeys or trances...all she wanted was my credit card number...although her sales pitch was quite alluring ...no dice.
As my desperation deepened and hope was spinning into despair I was suddenly attracted to the TV...through my mental fog I managed to fixate on the screen...there...in all of his folksy splendor...was David Oreck...beckoning me to go somewhere soon and purchase one of his vacuum cleaners or air cleaners...probably both. He suggested they make nice Christmas gifts and the filters and bags make great stocking stuffers. What a perfect idea for a Christmas present...exceedingly practical yet practical. Did I mention practical? No time to waste...shop early...biggest shopping day of the year...huge discounts...don't forget your coupons...don't let your retailers down!
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash...no, no, no...sorry...wrong holiday. Away to the garage I flew to my old Chrysler, tore open the door and threw it into reverse...just missed the paperboy as I trundled quickly backwards down the narrow driveway and out into the street. Although still in quite a stupor I was feeling giddy...now...where to start? The mall...the mall...that's all.
It wasn't even 6:00am yet, but by the time I reached the mall almost every one of the stores was open and crowded. Footlocker...no room to put your foot down. Barnes and Noble...too crowded to even turn a page. Hobby Lobby...can't even see the lobby. Marshalls...all full. Lane Bryant...not too many shoppers at all yet still quite crowded. Hip Hop Haven...blinded by the bling. The Honey Baked Ham Store...no room to spiral. Sam Goody...too crowded to even carry a tune. PetSmart...didn't even look...too stinky. Sears...not a soul...guess the new line of Craftsman tools were not in yet. Even the Orange Julius had a line snaking around the corner and out of the food court. No room to maneuver...depressing.
All I could think of was how late I was. I'm missing out! How did I let this happen? Did I oversleep? Was my heart not into it? Am I going to miss out on all of the hot, new, trendy stuff...visions of Cabbage Patch Dolls and Tickle Me Elmo danced in my befogged head. Am I going to disappoint everyone? Am I going to...going to...oh the horror...let my retailers down?
It was just the tryptophan speaking...rearing its dominating crystalline amino acid head and commanding me to move along...move along to more fertile retail ground. I pointed the Chrysler west and before long I heard a faint, rather pleasant, and uptempo, melody. It became increasingly louder as I continued to drive...this siren's song was drawing me in...like a moth drawn to a Bug Zapper. Suddenly there it was...a small store front in a strip mall...disco music leaking out from inside as the door was opened...many women in exercise garb flitting to and fro. Curves. The forbidden den. Where men are verboten. What must it be like I quizzed myself...especially on the biggest shopping day of the year? Did I have the moxie to tackle this? Was this insane? Hey, I've got a head full of turkey trance. Why not?
I tugged sheepishly on the door and it still opened easily. I nervously shuffled in and stopped by a desk with a young lady sitting behind. I was thinking to myself how lucky I was to have made it even this far without knowing the secret handshake, or gesture, or jiggle, or whatever women do to identify their secret societies. The young lady asked if I needed any help...what an open ended question that was. As much as I was tempted to say "sure...do you have a week?" I instead muttered "no, just waiting for someone to finish up". She then told me that she really liked my hair...she said it was 'zany'. I told her I styled it myself and that no animals were mistreated or abused during the formulation or manufacturing of the products involved. "It's good for the environment too" I proclaimed. She smiled knowingly and then offered me a tissue so that I might clear some of the pumpkin pie from my nostrils.
She told me that non-members must wait in the room through the door on the right. The sign over the door reads "Little Tikes and/or non-females". I guess I fit that description either way. I asked her if they had a soda machine and she said "yes...it's in the back." I check it out and discover that I have two choices... either 'Liberation' brand natural spring water with essential elements or Tab. As disgusting as Tab is, I choose it over the unknown essential elements in the 'Liberation' water. I look to see how much money it costs and darn if it doesn't ask for 84 cents. Who sells a can of soda from a machine for 84 cents? Was this part of their secret ritual?
I was real thirsty so I plunged my fist into the front pocket of my jeans to find the correct change. I had to fight my way past my Chrysler keys, Velamints, and filling station receipts before I finally hit paydirt. I pulled it all out and started slinging it down the coin slot...after the last four pennies clanged home it spit out a can of Tab. That was so much fun, and I do so enjoy getting rid of pennies, I decided to pop for two.
As I wandered back toward the Kiddie Corral/Man room I pulled the top on that first can of Tab and I sipped it as I gazed out over all of the women working out feverishly...it all was a blur of brightly colored polyester, spandex and natural fibers. Some women smiled at me while others almost scowled. Some seemed to be working effortlessly and others seemed to be struggling. Some made noises while others were nearly silent...all the while the disco music kept booming at a fast clip. Don't have a clue as to which song or artist was playing...thought I might have heard 'Basketball Jones' but I'm not sure...I get it mixed up with 'Radar Love' all of the time.
I checked out the waiting room...it was like a McDonalds Playland on an extremely small budget...bright primary colors...lots of little balls and twirly things...some bouncy platform in the corner...it really was more like a renovated janitor's closet...but best of all... no one to share it with...I was in heaven. After 10 or 15 minutes of sliding, jumping, and bouncing the tryptophan finally loosened its grip on me. I decided to sit back in the big bucket o' balls and celebrate my good fortune by downing the second Tab. Now if only I had my back copy of 'Baseball America'...this is wonderful...about three and a half minutes go by when my cell phone starts to ring...it's one of my kids...they tell me that my wife wants me home...and if it's not too much of a bother could I please stop by the mall and pick up Orange Juliuses for everyone. And have I seen the blue and yellow package of Scrunchis?...and have I seen a copy of 'The Lord of the Flies'?...it's six days past due. It truly was my lucky day...I had coupons for all of the Orange Juliuses!
GotWood... It is always a pleasure to read your posts. ...never realized the Orange Julius is the universal antidote for tryptophan stupor. ...coulda' used that bit of information two weeks ago.
FloridaHokie:
It actually may have been the Tab that did the trick...but that one lady who scowled at me may have scared me straight!
Don't forget to clip those coupons for the Orange Julius. You never know when the missus may send you out for some.
It actually may have been the Tab that did the trick...but that one lady who scowled at me may have scared me straight!
Don't forget to clip those coupons for the Orange Julius. You never know when the missus may send you out for some.
Gotwood,
I can't beleve that happened to you too!
By the way, great use of the word "trundled."
Thanks for the peak into the forbidden world of Curves.
Mike F
I can't beleve that happened to you too!
By the way, great use of the word "trundled."
Thanks for the peak into the forbidden world of Curves.
Mike F
Mike F:
As much as I really enjoy turkey, especially on Thanksgiving Day, the ravishes of tryptophan are only ignored at your peril. It is my pleasure to spread the 'offbeat' word on the dangers of 'Gobble Juice' aka tryptophan. We must be wary...the Turkey Growers Association doesn't divulge everything!
Thank you for the kudo on the use of 'trundled'. This is a word that doesn't have many opportunities 'to show its stuff'. If it weren't for the 'trundle bed' this word would be even more obscure...even so 'trundle bed' sometimes is referred to as 'truckle bed' further limiting its exposure.
You are welcome for that first hand, yet slightly foggy, glimpse into Curves. Perhaps some of the women on this site who are also Curves customers can comment on the veracity of my report?
As much as I really enjoy turkey, especially on Thanksgiving Day, the ravishes of tryptophan are only ignored at your peril. It is my pleasure to spread the 'offbeat' word on the dangers of 'Gobble Juice' aka tryptophan. We must be wary...the Turkey Growers Association doesn't divulge everything!
Thank you for the kudo on the use of 'trundled'. This is a word that doesn't have many opportunities 'to show its stuff'. If it weren't for the 'trundle bed' this word would be even more obscure...even so 'trundle bed' sometimes is referred to as 'truckle bed' further limiting its exposure.
You are welcome for that first hand, yet slightly foggy, glimpse into Curves. Perhaps some of the women on this site who are also Curves customers can comment on the veracity of my report?
gotwood4sale,
"One of my kids said it probably has something to do with keeping me from monopolizing the conversation...can't imagine."
I can't imagine that either, LOL! 
This is a hilarious thread and I thank you all for the past 1.5 minutes of laughing out loud as I read it!!!
"One of my kids said it probably has something to do with keeping me from monopolizing the conversation...can't imagine."
I can't imagine that either, LOL!
This is a hilarious thread and I thank you all for the past 1.5 minutes of laughing out loud as I read it!!!
Gotwood - LOL
The Turkeys have it easy compared to us.
LOL
The Turkeys have it easy compared to us.
LOL
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Woody...
"Basketball Jones?"...got my copy right out and took a trip in the way back machine...Some of the classic lines in song Lyric history...
"I need help, ladies and gentlemen
I need someone to stand beside me
I need, I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life..."
Truely Classic.
My only lament was that Cheech and Chong never did a baseball equivalent...
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Woody...
"Basketball Jones?"...got my copy right out and took a trip in the way back machine...Some of the classic lines in song Lyric history...
"I need help, ladies and gentlemen
I need someone to stand beside me
I need, I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life..."
Truely Classic.
My only lament was that Cheech and Chong never did a baseball equivalent...
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observer44:
My favorite lyrics from Basketball Jones--
"That basketball was like a basketball to me.
I even put that basketball underneath my pillow
Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night."
They sure don't write great songs like that anymore.
"Oh baby, oo-oo-oo"
My favorite lyrics from Basketball Jones--
"That basketball was like a basketball to me.
I even put that basketball underneath my pillow
Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night."
They sure don't write great songs like that anymore.
"Oh baby, oo-oo-oo"