Observations and inanities by a second-shift assistant supervisor in the Puppy-Grinding division of the Evil Atheist Conspiracy® (our motto: "Sure it's cruel, but think of the jobs!"), your host, Brent Rasmussen.
RickU and MandyU Are Visiting The Rasmussen Ranch. What Should We Do While They're Here?
Welcome to Arizona
Now go to Hell - if you want to cool off.
Don't foget to take my "Hot Enough for ya?" poll!
And if you guys are going to be in Downtown Phoenix and want to knock back a pint in an Irish pub, let me know!
- No More Mr. Nice Guy!
Combine 1,4 and 10 FTW
Combine 1,4 and 10 FTW
By the Way
If civilization doesn't come to a screeching halt under the weight of gas prices and malignant Bushitism, I really will knock on your door someday.
I vote thrice
Eh. Too bad to have to pick just one.
Fye could, I'd go with a trifecta; Choices One and Two as well as Choice Six.
*Sample the tequila: of course, if not for curiosity's sake, then for manner's.
*Devise a cunning strategy to stay cool in the 120-degree weather: because if a critical mass of imagination and cunning is present, this could lead anywhere and still be cool.
*Swim, swim like the wind: I usta could and I think I could still, though I haven't for a long while. Even if I couldn't hydroplane right away I'd be having fun.
before I vote...
...what's in the pipes?
What Else?
Bubbles. Why? What were you thinking of? ;)
You smoke bubbles? Nasty!
You smoke bubbles? Nasty!
There's something wrong with this poll.
It only allows you to choose one option - methinks many would be appropriate.
Jim Downey
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Hey!
You forgot Indian sweat lodge, and receiving your tribal names!
I myself was christened O-ha-ma-wan-ka by an Apache medicine man in Arizona, which he told me meant "Fierce Like Desert Lion" but which I later found out meant "Farts Like a Horse."
I'm sure it was a simple misunderstanding.
A Rose, by any other Name
There is a pretty fair hand out in Wyoming who runs the pack string in and out of elk camp. Pretty cold time of year. He's a big man, broad in the beam, but he doesn't burden a horse because he keeps his weight on the stirrups and moves just before the horse. That time of year he's known as Frozen Fart.
When the weather warms up and he goes to work at the sawmill, dressed in bib overalls, Oshkosh, by gosh, we just call him Two Moons.
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