10 beers ought to be enough for anybody
This is weird. I can see a post by Gautam on the index, but not when I come to the thread - will posting myself give me accerss to his post?
I don't know, let's see if that works . . .
I have been having trouble as well with retrieving posts here...
I should mention a funny story which has been all over the news regarding the concert. Some dude tried to sneak into the park last week to bury a jug of hooch, presumably to dig it up today. Stupid is as stupid does....got arrested, most likely will miss the show.
I have no intention of drinking 10 beers, heh heh....4 usually does me fine, and morphine
Hmmmmmm - stupid? In some way - in other ways, was like one of the wise virgins!
Good point, Miss Bunny Wabbit . . .
Dear Auntie Cunning Coney, why are virgins such wises asses?
Friends of mine once constructed a scaffolding on which to place seats way up high to test it - took it apart again, then transported it to the city parklands, where a formula 1 Grand Prix used to be run every year.
They hid the elements of the scaffolding in an artificial lake, near a prime viewing position, bought cheap general entry tickets, went to the lake, retrieved and built their scaffold, placing it behind, and higher than, the expensive seats, which were on a much bigger scaffold, and popped their fold up seats on top of their scaffold, and watched the race in great peace and comfort.
Nobody bothered them....
Virgins? Cos they do not surrender their vital essences....
And they do not use precious neural conections dwelling on sex - which I was doing when you asked, as a matter of fact...
Imagine what I could have been doing with my brain if it had not been thus cluttered!
A frightening prospect indeed . . .
Some think t'other is worser....
I got no truck with them self-repressin' fools . . . sex is nature's way of sayin' "You deserve a break today!"
I think in the very old days, the men and the women must have slept very far apart, so when the men woke up with their morning wood, they had to walk a long way to get to the women, by which time they were up and about and more receptive to the men and their little men.
Certainly that modern-day "civilized" alarm clock seems to suggest different things to the women than it does to the men, at least after the first six months or so.
Tonight begins our annual international fireworks competition, with three nations vying for some coveted thing (perhaps a virgin) over a period of four evenings (fourth for a group effort). All takes place from a barge out in the bay two blocks from my home, and about a quarter million people attend each evening. You have to go down there pretty early to get some square footage of sand near the water, and then, folks always stand up anyway. So a couple of years past, my (then) lady and I decided to take the the kayaks down, paddle out a bit (against the rules) and watch. But we badly miscalculated both what an appropriately safe distance would be, and how much dope we'd smoked. Sensaround!
LOL!
(I confess to a great liking for wood fires in the morning....heehee...blush.....runs away....)
That could be very useful if only your morning wasn't our evening...
Ah the smell of hickory and the burnt flesh of a rabbit on the spit. It makes your eyes water-a bit like Blatham's I guess you can't have your kayak and heat it !
