I have just returned from a very interesting presentation down at the Bingo Parlor. Mrs. McGurdock (local hairdresser) spoke for 5 hours on the Social History of Eastern Europe Between 1948 and 1952 while her husband Charlie projected pictures of Irish Castles on the wall behind her.
The evening was absolutely delightful and we all went bowling afterwards.
hey there mr. smartypants.
Interesting to note that this thread about trying to end a thread is just a few posts away from the 1500 reply mark, something only a few score of the 10s of thousands of topics here have managed to reach.
I suppose that says something. In fact, I'm sure it does. Of course, there's not much point any of us admitting to it, now is there?
No, there isn't.
So, Joe...tell us about that castle. We're listening.
<puts a pot of coffee on>
AND HOW DID GUS END UP UNDER A COW?!?!?!
Joe put me there. I think I will put Joe in bed with a duck.
(Joe waited in the darkness for his room's door to slide open. He tried to slow his breathing but his heart was pounding in anticipation. His mind raged. What would it be, a white duck or a wood duck, maybe a ring-necked duck? A Pekin, Asylesbury, Rouen, Call, Indian Runner, Khaki Campbell, Cayuga, Albio, Maya, or Tsaiya?
The words from the Duckers Guide were burned into his brain: Choosing The Right Breed of Duck. "Choose a breed of duck that best suits your needs. This may be a native breed that is well adapted to the weather conditions of the area where you live, or it may be a breed that performs better than local breeds, available from duck keepers in other areas or from a commercial breeder."
"Choose a breed of duck that best suits your needs." What did Gus know about my needs, thought Joe? He's a perceptive fellow who attends lectures on the Social History of Eastern Europe Between 1948 and 1952 but would that eclectic nature produce the right choice? Suppose it was a Muscovy? That would be difficult, he tightened his grip on the blankets and suddenly realized he had been biting his lip.
Wait. Do your breathing. Stare at the door. Relax. Seek peaceful thoughts. He repeated his mantra while the shadows under the door never changed. )
Watch the friggin' Khaki Campbells, is all I have to say...oh and the Indian Runners do.
Don't forget about Daffy Duck :-D
That's not Daffy. That is his cousin Dizzy. THIS is Daffy.
... duly noted and logged.
Where is everybody? I come back, and this thread looks like a ghost ship.
Hello out there. Can you hear me????[/size]
