Quote:But my Sweetiepie and I dined at the Amish restaurant on Saturday, so i am proof against your pathos . . .
Do they take American Express? Is the music live or recorded? Does the dishwasher have prune hands? Inquiring minds -- well, they don't want to know so much as they want titillating answers to their fatuous questions.
BL, we ate at the "boo-fay" . . .
PD--they take any reliable funds or transfer of funds. For those who would contend that "pure" Amish eschew technology, i can only direct them to Gingway Products, where the ladies in the lace mob caps take your order on a pc, and your statements come each month with slogans printed at the top, such as: "Be not weary in well doing." They won't no music, and you couldn't have heard it over the clatter of crockery and flatware--in the country boy expression, it was all elbows and assholes. The dishwasher were all Mexican--the Amish aren't behind hand in finding low wage labor . . .
Margo, i believe that is an acronym for Royal Underneathian Mounted Police . . .
Mayhap not so much mounting as mounted . . . note the verb tense, dah-ling . . .
Tan me hide when i'm dead, Fred
Tan me hide when i'm dead
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde
An' that's it hangin' on the shed!
I can only wonder at a society that produces such as a hit song . . .
I'm not sure if this is relevant or not, but I just came (no pun intended) across this journal article (Cryobiology, 1997):
Quail egg yolk: a novel cryoprotectant for the freeze preservation of Poitou jackass sperm.
Enjoy.
I believe all enjoyment shall be as a stranger to my poor, shivering, furry soul from this day on.....
Amazingly enough the Poitou Jackass is one of these:
Not the one on the left (how gauche!):
I know - the resemblance is remarkable!
dear Mr calmnwet
My deepest apologies (which aren't, actually, all that deep under any circumstances) for assuming you were from the US of A. It was the 'badlands' thing...just assumed...
"underneathian" is very funny, by the way
Your halfhearted and insincere apologies are accepted.
The 'Badlands' of which I speak are not a geographic location, but a metaphor for the predicament that I find myself in.
dear babblefreebrook
drugs...lots of drugs
It's a thought.............
