Life in the Empire
We are Family
We don't need another / a new discussion to prove it.
It is as it is.
Let this "fred" (discussion thread) live under the theme .......
long live this family
brothers, sisters, brethern, dogs, cats and birds, ants and flees, water and air and gas and Clare and Jim and him and the window Simm (??) and you and me and he and she and we and them and us and puss (???) and fish and the dish (it's on) and paper and pen.
Yip.
It is as it is.
Let this "fred" (discussion thread) live under the theme .......
long live this family
brothers, sisters, brethern, dogs, cats and birds, ants and flees, water and air and gas and Clare and Jim and him and the window Simm (??) and you and me and he and she and we and them and us and puss (???) and fish and the dish (it's on) and paper and pen.
Yip.
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Permalink Reply by Mark on
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I guess you haven't been following the gender and pronouns stuff too closely, LOM, but drinking lots of liquids and urinating more frequently usually relieves the body temp regulation problem. As for forgetfulness, in my senior building some have trouble finding their keys and purse and some have problems finding their glasses and wallet, but our biggest difficulty is those evil gnomes who hide everyone's carefully thought out shopping lists--gnomes don't seem to discriminate on the basis of sex. ;)
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Permalink Reply by littleoldme on
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sorry about the gender bend my brain doesn't function as well as it used to.....maybe it's the menopause.lol
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Permalink Reply by waldopaper on
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Arrgh ye swabs... tomorrow... on International Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day, I be 61 y-arrrrrghs auld. a-winkin at the young lasses and gimpin me way about... peg o me heart- me spiders. So I comes here and Avast! Young Curt got some proboscis-probs...arrrr- ye ferdy-sniffin swab. Recover, ye hull-o-the-moon doubloon! Or taste me cutlass... arrrrrr. And ye ladies... wit arrrngst!! Belay yer pizzined tripe... arrrr... no sadness among ye wenches, now...lest I draw me brace o pistols... arrrrr....
Sech squib keel-hauls me yardarm ye squids... nonna it sezzeye! arrrr. Yer ALL wee bonnie bright say Captain Waldo... and ye best BELIEVE it OR... taste me clamdish fiery chowder ye chuckleless chum!!! NO Grumpies among me merkel menchentruberine!! arrrrrr...
grt brt fdrt... arrrrr....
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Permalink Reply by Mouse on
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It's already tomorrow here, bobbing about in the bay on International Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day, so Happy Birthday Captain Waldo.
And let's all raise our rum or tea ration to the miraculous nose of Lang Curt, as they go foraging amongst the acorns and soft damp moss in the woods.
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Aye, and woodeye cud nicht hear the first impressions of Magister Curt on the first sweet scents hae nicht habben since boyhood! An acorn reborn sezzeye... ah- but Curt nose the REAL truth!
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Permalink Reply by curt on
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Happy Purse Day to You
Happy Purse Day to You
Happy Purse Day tear Va a ole doh,
Happy Purse Day to You
Real Men carry purses !
yeah bro. nJoy.
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happy b-day ya old coot.
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Permalink Reply by pan on
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For fuck's sake people - I go camping for 2 1/2 days and I come back to 53 posts. Too much! Can't back track that far.
Went to Stanley Lake in the Sawtooth National Recreation Area. Took a 11.5 mile hike up and back to Sawtooth Lake (yea, titanium hips!) On the way down saw two young males carrying assault rifles going up the trail - very fucking creepy. A little later saw a women with a sidearm strapped on her hip. Never have I ever before seen folks with guns while I was hiking.
Waldo....any new assignments?
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