Oh, yeah ... and tire swings, or even just stout ropes, that swung out over the deep spot in the swimmin' hole?
All victims of child safety.
Hand-pumped well water.
Seeing the troops arrive back in Dover, after a long campaign fighting the Boer in South Africa.
A modest Brandy was 3 shillings and sixpence, and a woman of the night was anything from two shillings to a guinea, depending on your preferences.
timberlandko wrote:Oh, yeah ... and tire swings, or even just stout ropes, that swung out over the deep spot in the swimmin' hole?
very common sight down here lol
I don't quite understand the function of this key. What purpose did it serve?
I will anxiously await an explanation.
I remember when i was a boy, the jaw bone of an ass was good enough for stout soldiers, none of your namby-pamby body armor and fire arms . . . what a buncha pansies . . .
I like your new Arab look, Setanta. Do you also have a caravan of camels?
Nah, the damn municipal by-laws play hell with a tribal chieftan's livestock . . .
Phoenix, I too remember not being able to wear jeans to school and they were the uniform in Tucson after school.
Do they still have parades for Lincoln and Washington's birthdays? I was in the band--we had to play, stay in line and, since the parade didn't allow and motorized vehicles, we also had to carefully watch where we stepped.
Remember sneaking lipstick to wear at school?
Jean Nate cologne.
Diane wrote:Remember sneaking lipstick to wear at school?
But of course. Ahhh..... the memories.
Is that really you Setanta? I thought it was a picture of a Pharasee (sp?) from "Jesus Christ Superstar".
Yeah, my Sweetiepie girl took that pic a couple of years ago -- she refers to it as "Moamar Setanta" . . .
I'm gonna look around for a towel and my digital camera so I can join Set in the exciting world of the Arab.
Be right back.
Gustav trembles with excitement as the towel-draping ceremony begins in earnest.
You're laboring under a misapprehension, Gus, Ay-rabs got nuthin' to do with it . . . i've become a tribal cheiftan of the white jihadists . . .
Read all about it here . . .
Friends riding to school on horses (We couldn't afford one).
The family car when I was six had wood spoke wheels.
The Old Ranger as the host of Death Valley Days.
I think you're making that stuff up, edgar.
Who, me? Since when did I ever post anything not 100 % truth?
Didn't you tell me you killed Al Capone?
There's one example.
