Spotless! Every time!
Spotless! Every time!
I hope my achievements in life shall be these: that I will have fought for what was right and fair, that I will have risked for that which mattered, that I will have given help to those who were in need...that I will have left the earth a better place for what I've done and who I've been. (C. Hoppe)
X marks the spot.
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
I'll spot ya one (and happy almost new year to all of my friends here!)
If one may make an observation, Pep, the world has not always been a shitty place.. I long ago spotted that it became so with the development of8 sentience in the species known as homo sapiens..
..a Happy New Year to all when it comes! A guid hogmanay ti yin an' a'
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
" Out, damned spot ! "
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Put it away and zip up man!
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
Not up me u won't ya daft bugger
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
get lucky by loverboy
Wont b doing ne of that sorta thing on Hogmanay (well. maybe ver early tomoz morning wen the sweet1 awakens) but will b at the party in Princes Street of an evening... some lite canoodling is best I can hope for then.... plenty bangs wen the bells go. fireworks from the castle... always frantabulous! Now wot happens around 5 or 6 in morning will b decided by wetha or not we r still on our feet and in gud enough shape for the 1st yumminess of next year!
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
The shape of things to cum, then
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Cum all ye faithful (oh! that was XXXMas
faith hill
coasting down the other side
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Siding, windows, door jamb repair ... Handy Jack's Handy Man Service
Wait, what is that? Annika is Horshack?
That could explain why they are Hunting Hitler on my telly of late. We have entered the Twilight Zone! * starts walking on the ceiling chanting some inane dadist babble about herrings and kippers being suitable for hamster fannies *
Herring? Herring you say? I feel a Monty Python coming on!
TALL KNIGHT: When you have found the shrubbery, then you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest ... with a herring.
OTHER KNIGHTS: Yes! With a herring! With a herring! Cut down with a herring!
ARTHUR: We shall do no such thing ... let us pass!
TALL KNIGHT: Oh, please!
ARTHUR: Cut down a tree with a herring? It can't be done!
First Knight ( good flick that's being re-run this week )
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Some years back I had a neighbor & partying buddy, a lusty, ornery, German guy who had come to America by ship. One evening while we were hanging out & imbibing, he told me about a prank he had played while in the middle of the Atlantic. It was the old note-in-the-bottle routine. He had stuck a message into a bottle which read:
" Alive and well and living in South America."
Signed, Adolf Hitler
Then he chucked into the ocean. Do you suppose the eventual discovery of that bottle is what spawned all those rumors ?
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knight in shining armor
Ha! May well be that his prank did inspire. Bit of odd story here. Used to visit grandma's of weekends growing up.
Pap, uncle were both army, have said as much before. They introduced me to a guy who had been part of 175th
spec ops. He had been put into a chair from his adventures. Pap or uncle at times would drop me with him.
One day he asked if I would go out back of his house to fetch something. It was odd I thought, he asked, not
ordered. I do and find myself face first into a guy who felt like solid steel. He smiled down at me. "Oh, excuse
you." I nodded and followed protocol. Went back in with the item, stopped at the door jamb. Sang out about the
guest.
Was told the gentleman had been one of the few, three men, who went into the bunker and found Hitler, in Germany.
From what I gathered of it, thinking back and recalling research, various different aspects of things, I would have
to say he indeed was one of the three. Odd bit, he cast no shadows, would move ever so subtly as to not. He
vibrated, too. You would and then would not notice that looking at him. The two of them had a brief discussion
in another room, the gentleman left.
Sometimes it is good to forget things. Other times, things surface and make everything else fuzzy. It's
why I enjoy a little escapism. Need to be a little daft/nutty to live any more.
James Taylor
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