The weirdest stuff cracks me up. My sig-ot is used to my bizarreness and makes sure to steer me out of the way of unsuspecting people when we’re out and about and I’m feeling plucky.
Cubic Houses (Rotterdam, Netherlands) I recommend checking them out when you’re in the netherregion smoking dope with phat
I’ve seen this place a few times. I like the netherlands. The ppl are friendly, the beer is good, and hookers.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
Grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.
Let’s see who’s in the folder for today.
Hotspur’s not the only one in a kilt.
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Every now and then I catch up on watching episodes of The Walking Dead. The On Demand menu lists episodes by their names and numbers. A while ago there was one called Ouroboros on the spinoff show Fear The Walking Dead. I wondered where the name came from and thought I was missing some plot line. Then I saw it referenced somewhere else and did some digging. I’m pretty sure most everyone has seen the Ouroboros symbol and maybe a few know what the heck it represents.
I saw these and decided they would work for a weekend poat.
Salute to our nurses!
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So we’re 1 week (+/-) out from teh calendericacal spring and we have nothing but blue skies and butterflies in the forecast (hhe he heeeeeee).
We got enough snow overnight to be irritating enough to cause delays around the are. I checked out Mr. Weatherman and that punk says there’s at least two more weeks of cold weather – down into the teens; the robins and redwing blackbirds better have packed their electric underoos cuz baby it’s gonna be cold out for a little bit longer.
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.
Because this is a classy place
&
I am most assuredly a classy guy –
Some Music:
Some Poetry:
“”Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!”
This Nicholas anon let fle a fart
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent
That with the strook he was almost yblent (blinded)
And he was ready with iron hoot
And Nicholas ammyd the ers he smoot.[7]”
Some Art: (no not that kind)
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.
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