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#1
It seems to me we ought to have a thread for this topic.

Please stay on the straight and narrow.
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#2
Maybe you *are* somebody’s pony. I think maybe you are a shill for Big Thread.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
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#4
That reminds me of my work-in-progress, Gardening for Bullies.

In particular, Chapter 7: "How to Tell When a Cantaloupe Is Ready to Pick On"
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#7
I'm on a boat!

(Actual boat not included)
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#8
Speaking of monkeys, I'm thinking of founding a new national pastime:  The Running of the Nose.

Loosely inspired by Spain's Running of the Bulls, it would be held in December, or maybe January.  Anyway, at the height of flu season.  In some designated city (perhaps to be rotated on a yearly basis), a stockade is opened to release flu-infected people.  They are not afforded tissues or handkerchiefs or other similar items -- thus the name of the event.  Strapped to their temples are huge hypodermics filled with flu vaccine.

Meanwhile, another stockade is opened, releasing people into into their path who have not yet gotten the flu shot.

As Sherlock might say, the game is afoot.


Patents and licensing in the works.
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(11-07-2018, 05:55 PM)cranefly Wrote: Speaking of monkeys, 

Spank that monkey.  It's a naughty monkey and needs a good spanking.

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#10
All y’all gotta watch the first season of Castle Rosenstein. Sooooo good!
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
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I thought there was no breakfast left in the bungalow but I found some veggie sausages in the freezer.  Now I'm waiting to check-in for my flight tomorrow.  We were going to go to Macbeth to work on the house, but it'll smell like fresh paint inside and we couldn't find any N100 masks for the smoke so we bailed.  We still have tickets to a show at Stanford tonight and are debating whether it's worth the trip, especially because they are closing hwy17 at 11pm tonight so we'd probably have to cut our early.  The tickets were gifted, so no great loss if we skip it - we'll just have to explain to the person who passed them along to us, and she couldn't go either.  Ahhh, time to check in.

Well that was quick. Just two clicks.  Dang, whatever did we do before the interwebz?
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(11-10-2018, 09:14 AM)Drunk Monk Wrote: Well that was quick. Just two clicks.  Dang, whatever did we do before the interwebz?

Whah--?  DM, do you have a click beetle under them knickers?
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#13
Magazine? Thanks!
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
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#14
Confound it!

I created this thread explicitly so people could post things here that would be off-topic in another thread.

But people just keep posting stuff here that's off-topic!

Jeez...

Which reminds me.  Yesterday I was cutting up vegetables and managed to slice open the top of my thumb.  Yep.  Just as I'm trying to recover from the three gallons of blood the Kaiser vampire lady took from me, I lose another gallon from self-infliction!

I don't like to use bandaids, but this was gaping open, jabbering away with red spittle flying, so I finally had to resort to a nice big bandaid.

A short time later, I grabbed up my android phone to use, only to have it demand a thumbprint ID.

Yes, that thumb.

Grrr...
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In the morning I lost my socks. I took them off to go in the shower. Later when I went to find them, they were gone. I was sure the dogs were to blame.

But no.

Turns out, I had flipped the socks over my shoulder and then put my sweater on over them. I only realized they were there at the end of the day when I took my sweater off to go to bed.
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