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Your Sunday morning cartoon –
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJMmOft2ka8&feature=related
(That Sylvester the cat; what an actor!)
Your Sunday morning hymn –
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIwv7lj1fRk&feature=related
(Another Hoyt Axton 3-minute novel.)
On this date, May 24th, record setting temperatures for Wichita Kansas
High: 97 °F (1967)
Low: 41 °F (1924)
donndublin,
We need an update on Arctic temperatures.
http://www.nsidc.org/data/seaice_index/images/daily_images/N_timeseries.png
Looks like the nine-year drought might be over in parts of Australia. . .
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/8065731.stm
The control freaks in government have spoiled another small enjoyment in life: McDonalds French Fries and a Chocolate Shake.
Don’t get to enjoy Mickey’s Fries much now days. Wife thinks it’s unhealthy and the liberal controllers say McDonalds is not politically correct (successfully run private corporation).
This morning I was helping a buddy down the road do a little yard work and after a trip to pick up mulch we pulled into the local McDonalds as a quick stop.
McDonalds now uses oil that is free of trans fats. THE FRENCH FRIES NOW TASTE LIKE SH*T!
One of the small pleasures in life ruined by libs.
Hopefully AmWay will get his trans fat quotient and die soon.
hahahahahah
The Associated Press
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Wichita — Rusty Eck, a prominent car dealer who was charged with having a sexual relationship with a 15-year-old, died Friday. He was 76.
Eck, founder and former owner of Wichita’s Rusty Eck Ford dealership, donated money to the Wichita State University baseball program, which named its stadium after him in 1984. A decade later, he and his wife gave $1.75 million to Kansas Newman College — now Newman University — and a new building on campus was named for them.
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Eck faced one count of indecent liberties with a child and three counts of aggravated indecent liberties with a child. The charges were filed in March and stemmed from incidents earlier in the year. The case was continued several times.
Maybe one day their will be a “Dennis Rader (aka BTK) Law Enforcement Center” at WSU.
Money talks.
“Money talks.”
My money won’t talk to McDonalds anymore. Now that they’ve ruined a generational tradition.
Used to live next to one of Rusty’s girls. She was 18, driving a new convertible Mustang with a dealer’s tag and a brand spanking new set of breastuses. She wasn’t too timid about it, she said all she had to do was “do him once a week”. Such class acts…both of them.
American_Way posted May 24, 2009 at 10:56 am
One of the small pleasures in life ruined by libs.
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Actually, you should blame McDonald’s.
And you’re still free to make yourself very unhealthy, and die sooner, by consuming large quantities of trans fat in other products.
You can even get lots of added trans fat by eating products that are labeled “zero trans fat”.
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American_Way
Posted May 24, 2009 at 11:41 am | Permalink
“Money talks.”
My money won’t talk to McDonalds anymore. Now that they’ve ruined a generational tradition.
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heh…
You know what that taste is?
It’s the canola oil they cook and fry everything in.
To me, it tastes like the rub used on the rump of a diseased Yak for sun tanning. It’s awful.
My first encounter was gravy, from the ‘biscuits and gravy’ breakfast at Burger King. Tasted like mineral oil and flour – bloody awful!
“bloody awful!”
But the neo-lib nation says, “It’s good for you.”
American_Way posted May 24, 2009 at 12:07 pm
But the neo-lib nation says, “It’s good for you.”
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No. . . McDonald’s says it’s good for you.
McDonalds if following the “politically correct” lead when NYC and others banned the fatty oils. Yes, it was legislated what resturaunts can serve.
We don’t want Tuna that tastes good.
We now want Tuna with good taste.
American_Way posted May 24, 2009 at 12:33 pm
McDonalds if following the “politically correct” lead when NYC and others banned the fatty oils.
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American_Way is actually blaming the George W. Bush administration, and Tommy Thompson.
AmWay would fry his steak in arsenic if it “tasted good.”
Feel free to use as much transfat as you want at home, AmWay.
Medical research has shown that there is no safe minimum dose for transfat.
“One noted that the parents of the murderers were victims, just as were the victims themselves.” – Vincent Bugliosi in 1974’s “Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders” – after noting how one of the convicted murderer’s parents expressed their ongoing love – even after their little darling confessed to the grisly crimes.
“She was unwavering in her support, even blaming the families of the victims to buttress her brother’s case,” – a noted author, regarding the sister of the late Father John Geoghan, notorious pedophile who molested and raped hundreds of children over 20 years
On this Memorial Day weekend, I’ve been thinking a lot about family – or lack thereof (in my case). And I’ve had to compose myself, because I’ve just trotted over to my perch at Kinko’s after printing an image…..an image of my long-estranged brother’s Facebook picture. It’s the first time I’ve seen him (albeit from afar) in 21 years. (Note: I’ve gotta break this post up once again – I don’t trust those Castrati Cings who pass for censors on this blog….)
I had two siblings – one is dead and the other is living in Seattle. I haven’t spoken to the living sibling since 1994, when I angrily excised him from my life. (I had last seen him in 1988, when my mother and I visited him in Lawrence.)
I hadn’t seen my now-deceased sister since 1985, when a torrent of deplorable and infantile behavior on her part effectively terminated our relationship. Nevertheless, I sent her a warm note of congratulations upon her imminent marriage in 1992. That was the last contact I had with her. Neither of us made any effort through the years to mend the atrophied relationship; conversely, I made several attempts to connect with my brother in the early 1990s. They didn’t exactly come to fruition; on my 36th birthday in October 1994, I told him, in effect, to f— off.
In 1991, my sister made a comment, directed directly at me, which hardened my heart forever. (Or so I thought.) What was my “transgression?” I had been hospitalized for major depression in 1989 and, by 1991, was suffering miserably from a murderously too-low dose of lifesaving medication. By September of that year, I was unable to work for several months.
In contrast to the notorious criminals mentioned at the top of my first post, I hadn’t stabbed a pregnant woman 16 times, nor had I carved the word “war” in an L.A. grocer’s stomach. What was my transgression?
That “original” taste for McDonald’s fries came from cookin’ the spuds in beef tallow.
And then there’s my friend who owns a bunch of Sonic Drive-Ins who claimed their onion rings are the perfect balanced diet –
“Ya got your onions; vegetables. Then we dip ‘em in ice cream mis; your dairy. Then we dredge them in cornmeal; your grains…”
“Uhm, what about the meat group?”
“Lard.”
Lying prostrate abed – silent as a sting and moribund as a dead maggot. That was my crime. My sister and her fiancee were visiting my mother in Hays when this news surfaced. My sister, the poor thing, was embarrassed. She wasn’t hateful. She wasn’t incredulous. She was just embarrassed. She said something she should not have said, and it won’t be repeated here. But it was deplorable, and it had the inestimable drawback of really, really sh–ty timing.
The sh–tiest. And she never apologized at any time during the next 14 years. But it was clear: my illness was a source of embarrassment. And that was a shame, because let me be clear here: There are times when one really, really needs one’s family, flawed though they may be.
“F— her, she’s dead to me,” I snarled more than once through the years. Ironic, ironic last words.
Because when she really DID die, of liver cancer in 2005, I was wracked with grief.
For a time.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to discern the angst that ensued: Now there was no time for a reconciliation; now I was faced with the unassailable fact that none of us was blameless here, including myself; I also knew that I still loved her – I never denied that. This was a tragedy of epic proportions, I couldn’t close my eyes to that. And it hurt like a b–ch. It hurt like a crusty Coulter.
And it was irreconciliable. It was too late – far, far too late – for that.
My sister’s obituary didn’t even mentioned the rest of us. It rightly mentioned her husband and her professional affiliation, but none of us were given a syllable. It was as if we had never existed. Everything considered, this s–ks the big one.
Why did I still love her, after being treated abominably by her through 99% of my childhood and a very strategic point in my adulthood?
Because she was awe-inspiring – even with the abundant flaws. When she died, a very large hospital in Hawaii was forced to move her to a private suite because of all the flowers, gifts and persons showering her with love and concern. She had a very successful 24-year relationship (13 of those years as husband and wife) with her widower. She was an honors graduate of K.U. She had been selected to travel abroad.
Does that sound like a nondescript and ineffectual human being? Probably not.
But the heck with all that for a moment: There was something else: She and I each had what the other was abundantly missing…..
I can still see and hear her – 34 years and six months later:
“Just say no! Just tell him, ‘no’! Don’t do it! Don’t do it!” Those words from my massively more assertive and self-confident eldest sibling rang through my ears in December 1974. I was madly in love with my eventual impregnator; my sister had heard some very distressing things about him from our brother (who knew him from their mutual love of drugs in the early 1970s); and she was rightly concerned that I would 1) get pregnant; 2) start taking drugs; and/or 3) end up married to this waste of a knee-jerk 1956 ejaculate.
Only one of these morbid projections came true, but neither of us knew it that evening. We happened to encounter the one-inch oneder on a crowded street; he waved, and I was so madly in love I couldn’t answer.
The look on my world-traveling sister’s face was priceless. As a former model inured to the sycophancy of senators’ sons, Hefner’s handmans, and Rhodes scholars, she couldn’t quite fathom what had overcome her little sister.
Nearly 35 years later, I agree with her, of course. But I couldn’t recognize it then. Nor was I able to match her assertiveness.
I still remember her words: “It’s (abstinence) not going to kill him! He’ll survive!” I respected her. I listened to her. But I couldn’t match her – not then…..
Conversely, I had what she needed – in a freaking boatload. She could be cruel. She could be manipulative. She could be sadistic (although nowhere near the errancy of my impregnator; he was in a classless by himself.) She never learned to watch what flowed out of her mouth, much like John Lennon before her.
But from late 1974 on, we had several moments of sisterly comaraderie. By 1979 I had developed a sense of humor, and I could really send her reeling.
What is tragedy, of course, is that, had she apologized at any time through the years, she and I could have discovered much, much more in the way of commonality. But I will not discuss that here. Unlike my sister, I don’t like to hurt people, especially the person who gave me life.
So, the story ends in 2005. My sister died of a form of cancer that is rare among non-alcoholics these days: No one, including her doctors, knows how she contracted liver cancer. And now it’s too late. The time is long, long gone for reconciliation.
It still hurts, but the grief of those early days is gone.
I dunno –
Like the ol’ saying:
“You can pick your nose but ya can’t pick your family.”
If any of you have any estranged family who mean anything to you – take action. Take it now. Try to mend fences. Then again, if you’ve got a really icky depressive illness and that family members says something beyond abomination, I can’t judge others for something I couldn’t do. And I’m not really beating myself up for it.
Because I’m no fool.
Then again, maybe there are discernible similarities between stabbing a nine-months-pregnant woman to death while hearing her anguished cries for the life of her unborn child – and raping and pillaging the bodies of the holy innocents while hiding behind your f–king roman collar – and lying prostrate abed because you can’t put one foot in front of the other – that I have yet to perceive.
But know this: death can wield its unwieldy hand at any time. It can – and it will – rob you of any chance at reconciliation – and repentance.
I nearly cried when I printed my brother’s Facebook picture today. He’s smiling and looks relaxed – something I saw far too infrequently throughout his own life. Despite everything, I still want him to be happy. I want him to be fulfilled (and if that means he’s glomming onto Ann Coulter like a turd onto an intestine, so be it).
If you’ve got family, tend it like a beautiful garden, even if the plants are sometimes ugly. But if you’ve got a loved one who’s suffering from depression, watch your f–king mouth.
Both those sentiments are equally valuable. I’m not losing sight of either of them on this Memorial Day weekend.
Reposting to the correct thread –
Monkeyhawk
Posted May 24, 2009 at 4:10 pm | Permalink
Your Frank Luntz bingo card –
http://politics.theatlantic.com/2009/05/frank_luntz_bingo.php
Let’s hear the CONs talk about us “libruhls” reciting talking points.
Film I do understand your agony. I have tried unsuccessfully to repair my sister and my relationship for years. It doesn’t matter, every time we begin to speak, I do something so subtle that she finds it necessary to shun me from her existence. And trust me, she is not without transgression herself.
The real problem is that she has always been jealous of me. So she looks for other reasons to hate me. My last error was trying to save her beloved dog from being given away to strangers.
Really, that’s all it takes with her.
Now, I do love her, but I don’t like her. She’s mean, loud, obnoxious, and I won’t play her game. She is selfish to a degree I’ve never known before. She has never once helped with any of our family who have been ill. The only person she speaks to is our mother.
She’s gone so far as to say that the only reason why I help others is to play the martyr and that I want something out of it. I guess that somehow justifies her selfish behavior when I ask her for help in caring for our relatives and she’s just ‘too busy’.
A political correctness definition contest held by Texas A&M University resulted in the following winner:
“Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end”
R. J. Wiedemann LtCol . USMC Ret
82ND Airborne All-American Chorus — military chorale, the best of music honoring the life, strife and devotion of our Military … free to listen —
http://www.lala.com/#album/1657606138206810004
Patron Saint of Soldiers: The Truth Behind the Legend of George and the Dragon |
http://catholic-saints.suite101.com/article.cfm/patron_saint_of_soldiers
Story Behind Taps, Origin Of Taps, Taps Meaning Extinguish Lights
http://www.iboww.org/taps.htm
TAPS
Day is done, Gone the sun,
From the lakes,From the hills,
From the sky, All is well,
Safely rest,God is nigh.
Fading light, Dims the sight,
And a star, Gems the sky, Gleaming bright,
From afar, Drawing nigh, Falls the night.
Thanks and praise, For our days, Neath the sun, Neath the stars, Neath the sky, As we go,
This we know, God is nigh.
My Memorial Day project –
I’m going to drop in at a couple of nursing homes with my camera and talk to people who served — abroad and at home — during World War II.
It’s said as many as a thousand WWII vets are dying each day.
And it’s not just vets who should be remembered from that era.
For example –
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GarCzR_6Ng
From those wonderful people who brought you the weekend –
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhswqZh2Rc4&feature=related
Y’know. SOCIALISM!!!!
Hawk good idea — thought I would go to the Resthaven Memorial Service — yours is a much better idea — Library of Congress sponsors a program to record the stories and save artifacts from soldiers
We are now going into our fourth day with wind less than 15 mph and the forecast is about more of the same for the next few. I wonder how much electricity all those wind mills in Kansas are generating right now? I would imagine next to none. What does the Wichita Eagle and other greenies have to say about that? It’s a good thing we have our coal plants and another on the way.
“george” –
A fifteen mile-per-hour in Kansas is considered “calm.”
Elsewhere it’s considered particularly breezy. A fifteen mile-per-hour would generate plenty of electricity.
Try another tack.
george,
the wind generators dont generate any more electricity at 25 mph wind than at 5 mph wind… apparently you dont know that, eh??
Thanks, “Indie” –
I called the widow of a teacher who, when I was a kid, was considered the most lax instructor in the high school.
When he died a couple of years ago I learned he was one of the first soldiers to land in France on D-Day. He was so mellow with us 70s-era kids. He’d seen a lot worst.
And I never knew.
She’s 90-something now, and was quite lucid on the phone. I dunno if I can get the same stuff on camera, but she volunteered it was tough dealing with him during their marriage; nothing seemed to bother him after he came back from World War Two.
She said it drove her crazy sometimes.
Sometimes it’s hard for us to realize those people who fought and won World War II were kids. They weren’t the old people who toddle around these days.
And they remember the music. They remember the dancing. They remember how important it was to be a part of something bigger than themselves. That we’re all in this together.
I got a story a couple of weeks ago from a lady who — with her husband off to war — rented out rooms to defense workers.
If you’re interested, I have a recipe for ground chicken gizzard meatloaf.
george,
Do you believe that coal-fired plants never shutdown for maintenance?
Cosmos,
Don’t be such a nucklehead. Even you are smart enough to know that coal, gas, or other power plants can control their time of shutdown to perform needed maintenance.
Only an idiot would compare that to electrical generation stopping when the wind stops blowing.
Just a couple more hours until those two faced liberals who hate the military and put down those serving to praise those who gave their all for our nation.
Former spitters are going to praising the dead tomorrow.
Obama will pretend to be respectful. Pelosi and Reid will say glorious things – after they have both publicly put down the military and called them trash.
Enjoy your dream world you liberal democrats,
clap politely, smile your fake smiles. We know where you really come from.
Spit on our military and veterans.
A rap on your knuckles.. facts help…
http://energybible.com/wind_energy/wind_speed.html
Cut-in Speed – Cut-in speed is the minimum wind speed at which the wind turbine will generate usable power. This wind speed is typically between 7 and 10 mph for most turbines.
Rated Speed – The rated speed is the minimum wind speed at which the wind turbine will generate its designated rated power. For example, a “10 kilowatt” wind turbine may not generate 10 kilowatts until wind speeds reach 25 mph. Rated speed for most machines is in the range of 25 to 35 mph. At wind speeds between cut-in and rated, the power output from a wind turbine increases as the wind increases. The output of most machines levels off above the rated speed.
Hey WEBLOG! Maybe tomorrow you could have a thread with photo’s of our military men and women abusing prisoners!
Let’s have a big party tomorrow!
Lot’s of fancy word to tell us about wind generation.
Stupid sheep.
Don’t know enough to see the wind blowing and turning the windmills, or not blowing.
But please continue, post your scientific crap.
Ted Nugent on the right to self-defense:
http://biggeekdaddy.com/miscvideos/TedNugent.html
I don’t like repeat offenders. I like dead offenders. Ted Nugent.
Sorta like the GITMO prisoners.
Check out the stories of those releases so far.
LOL… I spit at your imaginary enemies… your imaginary liberals.. your imaginary Obama..
Say hi to your 6 foot tall rabbit friend, Harvey, for me, then check your meds…
Psssst! Here’s something that takes a rocket scientist to understand. Don’t let just anyone know this, but:
IF THE WIND BLOWS THE WINDMILL TURNS@!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HAHA, HE-HE, HOHO!
So I said to myself, “Self”, do you have a link to that scientific statement.”
And I replied to myself, “Self” “Well gee I dunno there pilgrim, maybe you should dial BR549 and ask them to “Blow it out your *ss!”
Cosmosis, wakes up in a stupor, reads my scientifically exact post, studders in amazement and posts, “Gee Roach, could you provide me a link to confirm your opinion about the wind blowing.”
To which, the great and powerful wizard, Sir Roach replies, “Blow it out your *ss Cosmopolitian!”
The secret of common sense, is lost on boy wonder.
He didn’t read about Mr. C. Sense in his bookmobile.
Well there Mr. Roach, that is all very fine and dandy. But just because the wind is blowing, doesn’t mean we are getting FULL POWER generation on the windmill. You know Mr. Roach, ifn that der wind be blowing strong, we get a sh*itpotfull more of dat electricity being a generated. Ifn that der wind ain’t a blowin, we get less. That’s a scientific proven fact there Mr. Roach. It’s really rocket science, and I caint’ Xplain it to you cauzin it’s too deep fer you.
And to the casual observer, Mr. Roach shakes his head in awe at the greatness before him. In reality, it’s the raw stupidness of the idiot speaking which amazes Mr. Roach.
“Damn,” Roach says, “I didn’t think they could stack crap that high.”
And Mr. Spok replies, “There is no sign of intelligent life on earth.”
Following which, back on the Starship Enterprise, Capn Kirk tells his crew, “FULL POWER” and warps away.
Waits for “ROach” to tell the blog the nic he used to post under.
SO many con nics have gone…missing?
roach,
The points were that coal-fired plants sometimes shutdown for weeks at a time — and other sources on the grid then provide the power.
BlueJay? You are the last left posting?
And I’m still here? How embarassing.
{poof!}
other reliable sources on the grid
You better “poof”.
Before I get out my hammer.
roach,
Correct. . . other reliable sources, like wind farms.
I want to point out not a single person has said a bad word towards veterans except the con.
Very true, PMama… they are absolutely flaymeing today…
A VERY HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY TO ALL!!
BLESSINGS ALL!!
SO MOTE IT BE!!
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:27 pm | Permalink
Cosmos,
Don’t be such a nucklehead. Even you are smart enough to know that coal, gas, or other power plants can control their time of shutdown to perform needed maintenance.
Only an idiot would compare that to electrical generation stopping when the wind stops blowing.
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:34 pm | Permalink
Just a couple more hours until those two faced liberals who hate the military and put down those serving to praise those who gave their all for our nation.
Former spitters are going to praising the dead tomorrow.
Obama will pretend to be respectful. Pelosi and Reid will say glorious things – after they have both publicly put down the military and called them trash.
Enjoy your dream world you liberal democrats,
clap politely, smile your fake smiles. We know where you really come from.
Spit on our military and veterans.
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:35 pm | Permalink
Hey WEBLOG! Maybe tomorrow you could have a thread with photo’s of our military men and women abusing prisoners!
Let’s have a big party tomorrow!
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:38 pm | Permalink
Lot’s of fancy word to tell us about wind generation.
Stupid sheep.
Don’t know enough to see the wind blowing and turning the windmills, or not blowing.
But please continue, post your scientific crap.
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:41 pm | Permalink
Ted Nugent on the right to self-defense:
http://biggeekdaddy.com/miscvideos/TedNugent.html
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:44 pm | Permalink
I don’t like repeat offenders. I like dead offenders. Ted Nugent.
Sorta like the GITMO prisoners.
Check out the stories of those releases so far.
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:52 pm | Permalink
Psssst! Here’s something that takes a rocket scientist to understand. Don’t let just anyone know this, but:
IF THE WIND BLOWS THE WINDMILL TURNS@!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HAHA, HE-HE, HOHO!
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:54 pm | Permalink
So I said to myself, “Self”, do you have a link to that scientific statement.”
And I replied to myself, “Self” “Well gee I dunno there pilgrim, maybe you should dial BR549 and ask them to “Blow it out your *ss!”
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 10:59 pm | Permalink
Cosmosis, wakes up in a stupor, reads my scientifically exact post, studders in amazement and posts, “Gee Roach, could you provide me a link to confirm your opinion about the wind blowing.”
To which, the great and powerful wizard, Sir Roach replies, “Blow it out your *ss Cosmopolitian!”
The secret of common sense, is lost on boy wonder.
He didn’t read about Mr. C. Sense in his bookmobile.
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 11:05 pm | Permalink
Well there Mr. Roach, that is all very fine and dandy. But just because the wind is blowing, doesn’t mean we are getting FULL POWER generation on the windmill. You know Mr. Roach, ifn that der wind be blowing strong, we get a sh*itpotfull more of dat electricity being a generated. Ifn that der wind ain’t a blowin, we get less. That’s a scientific proven fact there Mr. Roach. It’s really rocket science, and I caint’ Xplain it to you cauzin it’s too deep fer you.
And to the casual observer, Mr. Roach shakes his head in awe at the greatness before him. In reality, it’s the raw stupidness of the idiot speaking which amazes Mr. Roach.
“Damn,” Roach says, “I didn’t think they could stack crap that high.”
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RoaCH
Posted May 24, 2009 at 11:07 pm | Permalink
And Mr. Spok replies, “There is no sign of intelligent life on earth.”
Following which, back on the Starship Enterprise, Capn Kirk tells his crew, “FULL POWER” and warps away.
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Methamphetamine is a helluva drug.
^ 5 Daniel!!!
RoaCH loves his/her D.D.D.
Chas
Posted May 25, 2009 at 12:55 am | Permalink
^ 5 Daniel!!!
RoaCH loves his/her D.D.D.
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