terryg wrote:
Sorry I'm late, I had to grab a bite to eat ...
I promise this story is true....
I was driving to the beach with my a past girl friend and there was a bucket of fried chicken strewn across the road. It was a two lane road and cars were hitting the pieces in both directions. My girl friend looks over at me and says "poor thing."
That's awesome - poor thing - as if it wasn't already dead and cooked.
Maybe she was referring to the poor fella that lost his bucket of chicken.
LikesShinyThings wrote:Spending 4.5 solid hours on the phone working on a project plan makes for a mushy brain. Don't try to think after a meeting like that.
The doctor prescribes chocolate! (Or perhaps Bourbon!)
Range Rule: "The front gate lock is not an acceptable target." Never Forget.
LikesShinyThings wrote:Spending 4.5 solid hours on the phone working on a project plan makes for a mushy brain. Don't try to think after a meeting like that.
The doctor prescribes chocolate! (Or perhaps Bourbon!)
LikesShinyThings wrote:Spending 4.5 solid hours on the phone working on a project plan makes for a mushy brain. Don't try to think after a meeting like that.
The doctor prescribes chocolate! (Or perhaps Bourbon!)
Ooooo.... I like the doctor!
Oh, and by the way, you've come to the right place if you don't want to think...
Range Rule: "The front gate lock is not an acceptable target." Never Forget.
LikesShinyThings wrote:Spending 4.5 solid hours on the phone working on a project plan makes for a mushy brain. Don't try to think after a meeting like that.
The doctor prescribes chocolate! (Or perhaps Bourbon!)
Ooooo.... I like the doctor!
Oh, and by the way, you've come to the right place if you don't want to think...
The ending of the floor
Has caught me unawares.
This must be the reason
Why I'm falling down the stairs.
Wasp
O wasp upon my window sill,
How dull thy once dread sting!
Thy presence brought foreboding
Of the pain that thou couldst bring;
And this caused me to cudgel thee,
Thou wretched, wretched thing.
Chickens
Chickens look peculiar.
They feed on worms and seed.
We eat so many of them
It's a wonder they can breed.
They scratch and cluck and peck all day,
Or sit there laying eggs.
They haven't got the faintest clue
That people eat their legs.
Chickens are all feathery.
They strut about with pride.
You couldn't eat a raw one,
But they're great Kentucky-fried.
Although chickens have got wings
No one lets them fly.
Instead we make them run around
'Cause we like chicken thigh.
Chickens in the chicken hut.
Chickens in the yard.
You can eat most of them,
But their beaks are pretty hard.
Dipping one's toe in the worm nest
Do worms have their own worm law?
Do they squeal, shriek or roar?
Are their nests of fluff or straw?
And do they have a bathroom door?
Have you seen a real worm nest?
Dipped your toe in for a test?
Would they welcome such a guest?
Or would they just be unimpressed?
When near the worm nest please beware.
Where you are treading have a care.
Ask the worms and they'll declare:
One should not dip one's toe in there.
Range Rule: "The front gate lock is not an acceptable target." Never Forget.
