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Feckin snow. Several hours of dealing with what fell between noon and 6pm. The driveway was completely drifted across. 3 to 6 feet deep, 25 to 40 feet wide. Packed with dense mashed potatoes.

One section, you couldn't even tell it was even opened before this storm. Drifted flat across, 25 feet wide, three to four feet deep, 300 feet long. Nothing. Looked like virgin Arctic snow.

Have I ever mention that I hate snow?
If I haven't. I fucking hate snow. (Until the mosquitos and black flies come out. Then I'll miss it...)
 
Okay, done hitted the wall here. Thanks to Allah that Wat goes to see TDK tomorrow night. Gotta get the job settled up first, of course. Of course. It's that damned Responsible Gene.

Cyber trucks suck. Wat flushed a better looking truck design this morning.

Wat needs to do a better job of capturing writing ideas when they're squawking to be caught, because the get forgetterized later otherwise,

In the morning then.
 
:oops: That's you? You're the Greeting Card Butt Model?!? I see your work everywhere!
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Scars are just landmarks for bad neighborhoods we moved away from... glad they could fix you up.

I know... shit situation. I'm so sorry 🫂 My being glib doesn't help much either. Both the one departing and those staying... they are all lucky to have you.
I wish my butt looked that normal...

And thank you. I mean it
 
:unsure: Subconscious masochism?

Needs to touch grass and get his hands dirty. Sounds like the POV of those generals who "lead from the rear" if you ask me :rolleyes:

🫂 It sucks muchly! Self-care can be boring but helps get the job done. Eyes on the prize, Alex!

Get a high return on the dollar, do you?
My folks would threaten to sell us to Gypsies.
Those travelers have no idea just how lucky they are :oops:

*insert short clip of Bill Hicks saying, "coup, coup"*
Just the intonation of those two words - nothing else.

Haven't thought of him in years. I discovered him... right after he passed away, but didn't hear of his death for another decade. Do I have my thumb on the pulse of pop culture or what? :rolleyes:
His stand up is way too political for this thread though.
Never lived in a pine forest. Camped in them. Hiked in them. The more sprawley ones had owls and other neato creatures in them. I rather liked being there. They didn't mess with me and I felt as if I became better existing in their presence.

I can't tell if you are insulting the horses or not, so I will keep my thoughts on that to myself. As for eating one, I did not like it. And feel fortunate that when the spaniards brought the horses they also brought the pigs. That was so you did not have to eat the horses! Damit. Isn't it obvious?
 
I think that Jay needs to learn some real stuff about Pasture Poodles. There's a whole batch of war shit (which became dressage) which involved a warrior/knigget developing a working bond with his war poodle such that they both did fighting stuff (shit). Horses are attuned enough to seek a connection with humans when they learn to trust them. Calypso sought me out at a simpler level, and he did it because it was his idea.

And I thought large poodles were/are dumb . . . .
I would tend to agree. It's like saying your hunting dog is just a tool, like your shotgun.

Anyone who's ever spent time around animals knows they're a lot smarter than we give them credit for. They learn things intuitively without having to tell them. When you spend a lot of one on one time with them, you both get to know each other.

We're on the tail end of our old dog right now. She's embarrassed she needs help sometimes. You can just tell. And she's grateful when she gets it. I don't do things that she used to love to do with me, just because she can't do them anymore. That would be too hard on her. Just how it goes.
 
Pussyass Motherfucker has a nice sound... PM for short... that's a lot of word salad to spit out in a hurry

Then again, there's always the classic:

I never even considered the alternative :oops:
Nah - Wat values life (his own, I mean)
I once knew a thundercunt. She wasn't a dike either. She liked bikers and had a bad back from riding on the bikes that had no shocks in the rear.
She was MammaDog. Spoken with a true southern accent. And she didn't need to hear you say her name. She knew who you were. If you were not one that should say her name, watch out.
 
Feckin snow. Several hours of dealing with what fell between noon and 6pm. The driveway was completely drifted across. 3 to 6 feet deep, 25 to 40 feet wide. Packed with dense mashed potatoes.

One section, you couldn't even tell it was even opened before this storm. Drifted flat across, 25 feet wide, three to four feet deep, 300 feet long. Nothing. Looked like virgin Arctic snow.

Have I ever mention that I hate snow?
If I haven't. I fucking hate snow. (Until the mosquitos and black flies come out. Then I'll miss it...)
I like to shovel snow, but that is more that I am capable. I don't even know what kind of machine I need to break free from that. I'd probably devise a method to make a 2 shovel wide path in it. Then hope for warm weather or a friend.
 
I would tend to agree. It's like saying your hunting dog is just a tool, like your shotgun.

Anyone who's ever spent time around animals knows they're a lot smarter than we give them credit for. They learn things intuitively without having to tell them. When you spend a lot of one on one time with them, you both get to know each other.

We're on the tail end of our old dog right now. She's embarrassed she needs help sometimes. You can just tell. And she's grateful when she gets it. I don't do things that she used to love to do with me, just because she can't do them anymore. That would be too hard on her. Just how it goes.
When I did things my little boy liked to do but couldn't, it felt good for a while. But near the end I would cry and knew he knew and there wasn't anything we could do about it. I still get a tear when I wish I could do something for him. He really is my best friend. Knows things no one else ever will.
I'm still taking a break. I've seen too many go out and get another dog right away. They can never replaced. They are smart and have personalities way better than most humans I know and love.
 
Never lived in a pine forest. Camped in them. Hiked in them. The more sprawley ones had owls and other neato creatures in them. I rather liked being there. They didn't mess with me and I felt as if I became better existing in their presence.

I can't tell if you are insulting the horses or not, so I will keep my thoughts on that to myself. As for eating one, I did not like it. And feel fortunate that when the spaniards brought the horses they also brought the pigs. That was so you did not have to eat the horses! Damit. Isn't it obvious?
Pigs are magic. They turn vegetables into bacon
 
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