I will also mention that the french word for an otherwise nondescript conifer is "pin" . . . and that's "le pin" . . . which is to say masculine . . . i was tempted to make an unkind remark related to pins and pinheads . . . but my anal-retentive nature got the better of me--the word is pronounced more like the english word "pan" . . .
Ah, mon cul blessé, qu'il y a tants des cons ici . . .
Just the mere mention of alcohol....
Tsk Tsk
gus
Setanta is Irish. In the event of any imminent attack, you have three simple options: yell out "Free whiskey over there!", invoke Christian guilt, or suggest that you've recently received your paycheck and might have an extra ten to loan.
Speaking of eloping, I understand that setanta will be running away with some mac and cheese. Cavfancier, do you know anything about this rumour?
I would think that getting its horns down its burrow would happen after the jackaloped.
Welcome back to the real world little bunny - and sleep tight!
Setanta, isn't asking me that question a bit like me asking you if you're any relation to Santana? I appreciate your inquisitive nature regarding the kinship of the bretheren on this site, but, to answer your question, no... I am not related to the aforementioned Milo Braumergeiger or whatever his, her, or its name was. Thanks for asking.
Hey Gus, you any relation to Milo Hatzenbeuhler?
We couldn't start the tractor
It's the alternator
Or the generator . . .
One of my favorite Mennonite Rockers . . .
I think I might add "Find All Posts by gustavratzenhofer" to my favorites folder. Let me mull this over for a bit...
I am so relieved to hear that Dlowan doesn't egage in the dropping-reingestion process that I just pumped my fist in the air and shouted, "Hurrah!"
The wild jackalope lives by that ancient credo:
Neither a burrower nor lender be . . .
I am sooooo too tired to keep up!
Hey - today was my first "normal" day since I got sick! Full day's work - no sleeping when I got home - yay!
read back, li'l rabbit. trix are for kids.
(Psssst, Gus, it was asked for humorous purposes only . . . )
The smell turns her into a jackaloupe - she gets horny!
Aha! I knew it! I've always suspected that Dlowan was a pretty sharp rabbit and capable of sifting through the subtleties in banter and discerning what is anger and what is harmless tomfoolery.
Pssst. Thanks for defending me, Dlowan. I think Setanta was ready to attack.
No, no - I wonder what Patio meant.
Bed time for me!
Hmm, ehBeth, these days, I must insist on being paid for my cooking, but if Set brings the booze, we could possibly strike a deal, provided it's only fancy mac and cheese, and maybe a salad.
Or are the hunters of jackalopes hornier than others of their species?
