Gentlemen: Agatha has boarded the Orient Express to search for an idyllic bower heavy on hip waders, small fishing boats and bottles of rum (ya gotta watch out for them dames from Torquay...) ; Conch Shell continues her picaresque search for Painted Stick somewhere in the far never-never; and at least one of our invisible neutral observers has blown this popsicle stand for a place where having a popsicle or two could be be a decided advantage.
It's on our shoulders. (Or, in the case of Chair, his seatpad.) Let the calorie-reduced, sugar-reduced, fat-reduced, carbohydrate-conscious, fibre-enhanced version of Self-Referential Wanking Lite begin!!!
I don't know what the rest of you are doing sitting around, I've got shopping to do.
First Canadian Tire, in the spirit of "go big or go home", chest waders, instead of hip waders, then for a small fishing vessel, there's a 26m boat with 30 ton cargo capacity in the Ukraine for only US$300k, but maybe this little 32 footer for only US$21K would be more cosy. (Arr, 've carse we'd be havin' t'instal gunports in 'em)
Go for it, Dwarf! Us coyotes look silly in hip waders.
But if you're gonna get into the spirit(s) of 'go big or go home' anyway, howzabout something a little closer to home? Viz, the Santa Mafalda, which I, as a decided lubber, understand to be something called a 65-metre stern trawler of Portuguese registry -- and just now conveniently parked in St John's harbour. I hear that if the skipper's convicted, he'll be on the hook for a cool quarter-mill -- he'll need to raise scratch quick.
I'm sure you can pick it up for a song, along the lines of "hi-ho, hi-ho", with all those pretty rocks you've been inexplicably dredging out of the walls of your den.
Throw in a rum-based Cosmopolitan cocktail or two, and who knows who will come dancing 'round the ol' bower?
Photos in a church history
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End
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Unfortunately this blog is ending as of today. If you tried to access it
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Where: Virtual Global iPhone meeting When: 21/08/08, 11:00 AM Eastern Time,
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Aroma Meze
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As usual, i'm reporting on a meal the DCFD's had a few weeks ago. Eight
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Gentlemen: Agatha has boarded the Orient Express to search for an idyllic bower heavy on hip waders, small fishing boats and bottles of rum (ya gotta watch out for them dames from Torquay...) ; Conch Shell continues her picaresque search for Painted Stick somewhere in the far never-never; and at least one of our invisible neutral observers has blown this popsicle stand for a place where having a popsicle or two could be be a decided advantage.
It's on our shoulders. (Or, in the case of Chair, his seatpad.) Let the calorie-reduced, sugar-reduced, fat-reduced, carbohydrate-conscious, fibre-enhanced version of Self-Referential Wanking Lite begin!!!
I don't know what the rest of you are doing sitting around, I've got shopping to do.
First Canadian Tire, in the spirit of "go big or go home", chest waders, instead of hip waders, then for a small fishing vessel, there's a 26m boat with 30 ton cargo capacity in the Ukraine for only US$300k, but maybe this little 32 footer for only US$21K would be more cosy. (Arr, 've carse we'd be havin' t'instal gunports in 'em)
Finally, there's only one choice for rum.
Go for it, Dwarf! Us coyotes look silly in hip waders.
But if you're gonna get into the spirit(s) of 'go big or go home' anyway, howzabout something a little closer to home? Viz, the Santa Mafalda, which I, as a decided lubber, understand to be something called a 65-metre stern trawler of Portuguese registry -- and just now conveniently parked in St John's harbour. I hear that if the skipper's convicted, he'll be on the hook for a cool quarter-mill -- he'll need to raise scratch quick.
I'm sure you can pick it up for a song, along the lines of "hi-ho, hi-ho", with all those pretty rocks you've been inexplicably dredging out of the walls of your den.
Throw in a rum-based Cosmopolitan cocktail or two, and who knows who will come dancing 'round the ol' bower?
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