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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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Nov 13, 2017 - 06:52am PT
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 13, 2017 - 07:53am PT
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^^^^^^
nicely composed.calm
it was only waiting for this moment to be seen
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 13, 2017 - 01:53pm PT
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Yes, Dingus.
Just not quite so bright in Iran near the Iraqi border tonight.
Kinda cold out there in the front yard, burnin' your furniture up to stay warm.
Just one more thing for which to be thankful...heat.
It's what we aim to do here, warm yer cockles and yer appendages.*
Hackles and Cockles
Herb went to the doctor with a pain in the hackles. The doctor said, "The hackles, huh. Well take off your shirt and we'll just take a look-see."
Herb took off his shirt. "Okay," said the doctor. "Let's get those hackles up."
Herb turned around and said, "What do you mean get your hackles up? I can't just get my hackles up on command. I need provocation."
The doctor peered at Herb. "You can't get your hackles up on command?" "No," said Herb. "Can anybody? Can you? I didn't know it was something you could do." "Oh ho," said the doctor. "A passive hackler. No wonder your hackles hurt. They're probably atrophying."
He wrote him out a prescription, said, "Go out and get yourself an exercise DVD. "Hacklecise is good."
"Thanks," said Herb. "Can I put my shirt back on?"
"In a minute. After we take a quick look at the cockles of your heart."
* No Johnsons, however.
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Nov 13, 2017 - 04:11pm PT
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The Truth About Spam
In this committee of the fools
And foundation of the damned
While awaiting the apocalypse
And the ejection of man
I sit and weigh mortality
With bad knees and love of spam
In this garden here on earth
We've laid waste to all the land
Hunting down the animals
In murderous roving bands
And slaughtered all our neighbors
With tribal feuding hands
Placing spam as a priority
I've stockpiled all I can
In massive toxic bunkers
In the mountains of Japan
Prepared for Armageddon
And the rising of the clan
In this committee of the fools
And foundation of the damned
You take away my nitrates
And I won't know who I am
There's no substitute for sanity
But sodium and spam
We're escaping to the highlands
In a jeepney and a van
Underground our installation
Is where it all began
In our committee of the fools
And foundation of the damned
-bushman
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 13, 2017 - 04:42pm PT
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Dispelling all Rumors
It's not so what they say about me and my spam
I once tried spam sushi
Egg sushi
Octopus sushi
Under a new Hawaiian moon
There's no call for spam shaming
When mushrooms and shallots
Garlic for the palate
Can be equally addictive
No offense
Spam ain't my thing
Say what you will about ancient Chinese armies
Buried under the cities
Or Egyptian royalty
Waiting for future wars
Or the gods to give a damn
I don't pick favorites
It's not so what they say about me and my spam
-bushman
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 13, 2017 - 05:20pm PT
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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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Nov 13, 2017 - 06:28pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Nov 13, 2017 - 06:47pm PT
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Spam's a sham.
-Faye Roah
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 13, 2017 - 07:36pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 13, 2017 - 07:52pm PT
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Dillinger was renowned for his daring bank robberies, turning over dozens of vaults in a short-lived career.
On the few occasions he was arrested, he escaped jail.
For all his gun-toting heists, the mobster was thought to be behind just one murder.
He was charged but never convicted of the homicide of an Indiana police officer who Dillinger
fired at after the officer shot him in his bullet-proof vest.
Report Spam here. [ ]
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Nov 14, 2017 - 02:21am PT
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Wham Spam Thank You Mam
The fridge it hummed at two am
I neared it like a barbican
The rat trap struck
I screamed then man
You could hear me from Turkmenistan
That night I learned to never go
A foraging where I don't know
When hosts might take me for a foe
And turn with shrieks to indigo
The tender flesh of my big toe
-bushman
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 14, 2017 - 04:25am PT
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Spam & Clam.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 14, 2017 - 04:28am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 14, 2017 - 04:30am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 14, 2017 - 04:32am PT
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Spam & Glam.
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justthemaid
climber
Jim Henson's Basement
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Nov 14, 2017 - 05:00am PT
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Random factoid: Lauren Beauchamp = Robert Silverberg
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 14, 2017 - 05:30am PT
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The seldom-awarded +10 with ex-clams for you, Maidy!!!!!!!!!!
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