Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.
You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.
The days are excruciatingly short here in the Northeast right now. Typically what happens is that it gets to be full dark around 4:30 PM, and then we start yawning at 5:30, after which follows this few hours of limbo existence where we don’t feel like doing much of anything, but we still force ourselves to stay up, so we don’t wake up in the middle of the night.
It sucks harder than your mom, and I think we all know how talented and strong she has become with her many years of intense training.
This is a lazy post which will conclude with a series of humorous images. There will be no pie. However, complimentary coffee and juice are available in the lobby.
That’s it. Have a great day.
During the holy Christmas season it’s time to get right with God (or Santa for the heathens). Angels are to God as Elves are to Santa. I think. That really wasn’t covered extensively during my years at Catholic learning institutions. There’s a whole hierarchy of angels out there. I’m familiar with the guardian types, messenger types and, thanks to the show Supernatural, the avenging angel as exemplified by Castiel. Some singers have voices like angels.
I vaguely remember Dave(?) talking about being behind a truck that hit a vulture – the odor was evidently intense.
I worked as a chemist for a while at a specialty chemical company; we had a lot of flavors and fragrances roll thru the lab for quality testing. Almost everything had to be organoleptically assayed – odor and or taste. It was best to try to pawn off the furfural and mercaptan testing to someone else – they linger. Civet, onion, ass, cheese, baby powder, fish oils, skunk, and a myriad other funk was tested – It paid well…. don’t judge.
It’s amazing how concentration of odor changes your perception of it –
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