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     86129squids |
16 is my lucky #. I used to love DQ soft serve, with a chocolate dip. Pure ambrosia. Been doing yardwork, thought about a late day ride, but where I wanted to go, radar shows popcorn showers. Got cold beer, loud/good music until my honey gets home in 1.5 hours, then a Lee's fried chicken dinner with sides I brought home from work. Life don't suck too bad today. 200W and Tom Petty Wildflowers on the hifi is pretty awesome. | ||
| Ourdee |
Should go for the DQ anyways. Wear mesh. | ||
| 1313 |
DQ has cheese curds! Well, it's hit or miss... I have found them at the DQ in Greenville, NC. So some places South of the Mason-Dixon Line have them... Cheese curds ROCK! | ||
| Ourdee |
Whatever excuse works. Get out and ride! | ||
| Hootowl |
"Cheese curds ROCK!" Squeakers! | ||
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| Aesquire |
https://mobile.nytimes.com/2017/08/12/opinion/why- women-had-better-sex-under-socialism.html?referer= http://www.drudgereport.com/ Propaganda has caught up with Cosmo! | ||
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| Glitch |
I bought the plans for that after I made a Kentucky Stick Chair and an Adirondack bench. http://thewoodshop.tv/wood-turning/kentucky-stick- chair/ But then life hit so hard I nearly died. Since then I've not done any wood projects, I've mainly been building an off road buggy. Once that's out of the way, I'll have room enough to start on some wood again. | ||
| Aesquire |
Where do you get plans for that?... must have! A close buddy has a thing for skulls. Saw this and had to laugh. I've been to multiple weddings this summer. | ||
| Glitch |
You can get the plans on etsy.com | ||
| Glitch |
I ordered a chicken, and an egg from Amazon. I'll let y'all know. | ||
| 1313 |
I think the last sentence in the description sums it up. Although, if that had an LS in it, it might be just the thing... | ||
| Aesquire |
That Aluminum 215 was very popular as an airplane engine. Light, decent power, and very reliable. The car certainly proves that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, since there's precious little there. | ||
| Aesquire |
Secret photo leaked from NASA....  | ||
| Glitch |
That's photoshop! Man ain't been to outer space | ||
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| Ourdee |
Thank you Glitch. I really appreciated that! | ||
| Aesquire |
Glitch, On the contrary, Man has been in space for years. Hold, on, I just checked, it seems I'm mistaken, the last of the Soviet Cosmonauts they didn't admit were still up there when the retro rockets failed should have burned up by now. Wish that was a joke. | ||
| Glitch |
My reference was, when I was younger, and the space program was replaced by Vietnam. I was told that no one had been to space, no one could go higher than the Tower of Babel, 'cause God gets pissed when you get that high. | ||
| Aesquire |
Shhhh! ( you would not BELIEVE the crane they used to take that picture! ) | ||
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| Ratbuell |
"you may call it alcoholism, we call it afternoon".  | ||
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| Crusty |
A Man and a Fork There was a young man who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as he was getting his things 'in order,' he contacted his Priest and had him come to his house to discuss certain aspects of his final wishes. He told him which songs he wanted sung at the service, what scriptures he would like read, and what outfit he wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Priest was preparing to leave when the young man suddenly remembered something very important to him. “There's one more thing”, he said excitedly… “What's that?” came the Priest's reply. “This is very important”, the young man continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.” The Priest stood looking at the young man, not knowing quite what to say. “That surprises you, doesn't it?” the young man asked. “Well to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,” said the Priest. The young man explained. “My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming .... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!” So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, “What's with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them, “ Keep your fork … the best is yet to come.” The Priest's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young man good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see him before his death. But he also knew that the young man had a better grasp of heaven than he did. He had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice his age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. He KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the young man's casket and they saw the suit he was wearing and the fork placed in his right hand. Over and over, the Priest heard the question, “What's with the fork?” And over and over he smiled. During his message, the Priest told the people of the conversation he had with the young man shortly before he died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to him. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND... and I'll bet this will be an Email they do remember, every time they pick up a fork! And just remember ... keep your fork! | ||
| Sifo |
Wolves An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice... "Let me tell you a story." "I too, at times, have felt great hate for those who have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It's like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times. " "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way." "But...the other wolf... ah! The littlest thing will send him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all of the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing." "Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit." The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather ?" The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, "The one I feed." " Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins." - 1 Peter 4:8 Source... |
