Well - who the smeg died and made THEM god then?
I think it is just preposterous of you, Cav, to blame glass home-canning jars for this silliness . . .
Maybe it's the Illumminati then...they like jars....
Then they should move to Laos . . .
(Let's see if the nickle drops for anyone on that . . . )
Thinking....but not ringing a bell....
Plain of Jars . . . go "google" it . . . fascinatin' stuff . . .
Ahh, cool, reminds me of the "barter boulders" on the Island of Yap that my brother told me about when he visited there. They were too huge to move, so sales and trade were taken on a handshake: "Okay, I get your goods, my boulder is now yours."
Geeze, if ya hadda make change, it could really take it out of ya, huh?
So, on Yap, I may be able to buy a dozen fresh donuts with one old, hard, stale donut?
CAV--Now thats funny. I enjoy the Rosanne Rosanadana stuff.
WHATS ALL THIS CONCERN ABOUT ENDANGERED FECES?
