Bissage reminded the MamaM of one of those golden Acapulco cliff divers. Daily poised on the edge of the cliff, seemingly thoughtful while watching the waters below before pushing off toward oblivion. Surviving drops of 100 feet to enter perilously shallow waters, only to surface, shake his head, grin, and wave at the crowd. Another seemingly effortless death defying plunge accomplished porpoise style, with the slipperiness of a eel, the antics of a harbor seal and the bellow of a disturbed walrus.
His picture collection rivaled the Trooper's. MamaM still can't clear from her mind a Bissage photo of the thing that came out of his nose. After chickelit's talk of Red Granite last night, Mama foolishly clicked on some images of those rocks which only served to further embed the unfortunate memory.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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Pussy Scat
No, more broad...
Like Tiger and Pussy Scat
Look back over that thread.
It's the pee that stinks--not the poo.
Pussy Scat by MamaM
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
'I frightened a little titmouse under the chair'
MamaM wonders if Reepacheep the gallant talking mouse might be the Chickelit's brother?
Similar plume, rapier and way with words.
Such inspiration leaves MamaM breathless.
Oops, its Reepicheep with the same inner i as chickelit.
MamaM wonders if Reepacheep the gallant talking mouse might be the Chickelit's brother?
Rest assured that there is no relation. I am flattered to be compared to ricpic.
Odd, a while back there was speculation here that I was related to garage mahal: link.
That rumor is also unfounded.
Sure, chickelit AKA el Pollo Real is not any sort of a garage, but the real (arg!) question is - is he Bissage?
Who knows? The Shadow do!
Bissage reminded the MamaM of one of those golden Acapulco cliff divers. Daily poised on the edge of the cliff, seemingly thoughtful while watching the waters below before pushing off toward oblivion. Surviving drops of 100 feet to enter perilously shallow waters, only to surface, shake his head, grin, and wave at the crowd. Another seemingly effortless death defying plunge accomplished porpoise style, with the slipperiness of a eel, the antics of a harbor seal and the bellow of a disturbed walrus.
His picture collection rivaled the Trooper's. MamaM still can't clear from her mind a Bissage photo of the thing that came out of his nose. After chickelit's talk of Red Granite last night, Mama foolishly clicked on some images of those rocks which only served to further embed the unfortunate memory.
Just biden my time: link.
That photo was taken at an abandoned granite quarry near Redgranite WI.
I was too chicken to dive head first.
More Screamin' eagle than Walrus. A one of a kind moment and photo.
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