I am never going into the ocean.
Ha ha, yes. Finally. Heck, we might see lower-90s for highs later this week.Down to 98 degrees? Looks like fall has finally arrived in Austin
Don, back in the 1970's an area where I was living at the time was being developed. It was Sand Key across an inlet from Clearwater Beach. A high rise hotel was under construction and I was on the 9th floor looking down at the beach. There were at least a dozen people in the water about 20 feet from shore. I could see sharks swimming within a few feet of them. We yelled down but could not get their attention. Fortunately there was not an incident but it was a wake up call for me.I am never going into the ocean.
On his 70th birthday, a man was given a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate was for consultation with an Indian medicine man living on a nearby reservation who was said to have a simple cure for erectile dysfunction.
The husband went to the reservation and saw the medicine man.
The old Indian gave him a potion and, with a grip on his shoulder, warned "This is a powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful, and then say: '1-2-3'". When you do, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life, and you can perform for as long as you want".
The man thanked the old Indian, and as he walked away, he turned and asked "How do I stop the medicine from working?" "Your partner must say '1-2-3-4'" he responded "but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon".
He was very eager to see if it worked so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom.
When she came in, he took off his clothes and said "1-2-3!"
Immediately, he was the manliest of men. His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes, and asked "What was the 1-2-3 for?"
And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with a dangling participle.
On his 70th birthday, a man was given a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate was for consultation with an Indian medicine man living on a nearby reservation who was said to have a simple cure for erectile dysfunction.
The husband went to the reservation and saw the medicine man.
The old Indian gave him a potion and, with a grip on his shoulder, warned "This is a powerful medicine. You take only a teaspoonful, and then say: '1-2-3'". When you do, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life, and you can perform for as long as you want".
The man thanked the old Indian, and as he walked away, he turned and asked "How do I stop the medicine from working?" "Your partner must say '1-2-3-4'" he responded "but when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon".
He was very eager to see if it worked so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom.
When she came in, he took off his clothes and said "1-2-3!"
Immediately, he was the manliest of men. His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes, and asked "What was the 1-2-3 for?"
And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with a dangling participle.
Mornin' D-League.
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Had to miss the opening episode of the Ken Burns Country Music documentary. My parents liked it -- lot of focus on Jimmie Rodgers and the Carter Family, which I would have enjoyed. Any D-League reviews?
Happy Monday to all.
If you live here, it's sorta like Hurricanes, you don't even think about them. I'm at the beach 3 or 4 days a weekI am never going into the ocean.
REDNECK LOVE POEM
Collards is green, my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass, which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth, for which I am proud;
I hold my head high when we're in a crowd.
On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work, they all want to know,
what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank,
we go together like a skunk goes with stan
Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart, it's romantic that way.
Some men git roses on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger. "That's impressive," I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever," they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey, these won't do.
Cause yor'e too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds... It's a new troll'n motor!!
Still on hold. I'm pulling the plug, I've got other things that I can actually get done. This sucks.
Well, you go ahead and have fun.If you live here, it's sorta like Hurricanes, you don't even think about them. I'm at the beach 3 or 4 days a week
Who is that?Hey Tommy. You think Plat is LEK?
Who is that?
Must be a Dem.Plat is an obnoxious Trump hater in the political thread.
I'm 90% sure Plat is not LEK. I may be wrong.Plat is an obnoxious Trump hater in the political thread.
Hey Tommy. You think Plat is LEK?
I'm 90% sure Plat is not LEK. I may be wrong.
Well, LEK or not, I slam Plat every chance I get. Heh heh.LEK was one of the worst spellers you've ever seen until someone turned him on to spell check. He once told me what I had said was a logical "phallacy". I told him that he had committed a Freudian slip. I had it as my sig for a while. If you watch his posts you'll notice his misuse of homophones. Spell check can't help him there.
May not be him but as far as I'm concerned, I can't slam platindumb any harder than that. On the internet.
LEK was one of the worst spellers you've ever seen until someone turned him on to spell check. He once told me what I had said was a logical "phallacy". I told him that he had committed a Freudian slip. I had it as my sig for a while. If you watch his posts you'll notice his misuse of homophones. Spell check can't help him there.
May not be him but as far as I'm concerned, I can't slam platindumb any harder than that. On the internet.
Still on hold. I'm pulling the plug, I've got other things that I can actually get done. This sucks.
LEK was the biggest egghead ever on Paws. He once posted that he knew more about anything than anyone on here. And I don't think he was joking.
This is the exact same menu and price list as when I worked there as a UK student. We added the fish sandwich while I worked there.Retro Monday.
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