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Post by missouriboy on May 3, 2021 14:38:32 GMT
Where were the Hanson brothers when we needed them last Fall? They are now working for Nancy.
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Post by nautonnier on May 3, 2021 15:01:03 GMT
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Post by Ratty on May 3, 2021 22:30:39 GMT
Contrary to the rumours, it wasn't a woman driver on the bridge .....
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Post by nautonnier on May 4, 2021 17:57:38 GMT
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Post by Ratty on May 4, 2021 18:49:09 GMT
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Post by walnut on May 4, 2021 19:16:44 GMT
That photo disturbs me on several levels.
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Post by missouriboy on May 4, 2021 20:13:03 GMT
They are the GIANTS of our times. We are so totally screwed.
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Post by duwayne on May 4, 2021 22:21:19 GMT
The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for an answered prayer. Suzie stood and walked to the lectern. She said, "I have some praise. Two months ago, my husband Frank, had a terrible bicycle accident and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him." You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Frank must have experienced. "Frank was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every move caused him terrible pain." We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Frank's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place with metal staples" Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Frank. "Now," she announced in a quivering voice, "thank the Lord, Frank is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely." All the men sighed with unified relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say. A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium. He said, "I'm Frank". The entire congregation held its breath. "I just want to tell my wife that the word is sternum.”
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Post by gridley on May 6, 2021 0:43:13 GMT
From the hybrid musical "West Side Cats":
When you're a cat You're a cat all the way From your first can of food 'Till your ninth dying day!
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Post by missouriboy on May 6, 2021 2:32:36 GMT
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Post by Ratty on May 7, 2021 7:20:09 GMT
I sure some here can relate to this ....
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Post by nautonnier on May 7, 2021 14:41:00 GMT
I sure some here can relate to this .... Lucky it wasn't a suppository
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Post by nautonnier on May 7, 2021 15:11:42 GMT
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Post by Ratty on May 8, 2021 0:36:20 GMT
I sure some here can relate to this .... Lucky it wasn't a suppository A suppository would be much easier: Sneak up behind and wait for an appropriate tail flick. No need to thank me .....
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Post by missouriboy on May 8, 2021 1:58:14 GMT
Lucky it wasn't a suppository A suppository would be much easier: Sneak up behind and wait for an appropriate tail flick. No need to thank me ..... Then run ... very fast.
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