Around that grit, the little guy better watch where he puts his little wooden hand or he'll be pulling back a stump and sawdust.
Brings to mind the end result of Johnny Verbeck's machine--a tribute to Boyscouts of all tribes and nations.
There was a jolly Dutchman, His name was Johnny Verbeck. He made the finest sausages And sauerkraut and speck. He made the finest sausages The world has ever seen, Till one day he invented A sausage makin' machine.
Chorus: Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck How could you be so mean. I told you you'd be sorry for Inventing that machine. Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs Will never more be seen. They'll all be ground to sausages In Johnny Verbecks' machine.
One day a boy came walking, He walked right in the store. He bought a pound of sausages And laid them on the floor. The boy began to whistle, He whistled up a tune. And all the little sausages Went dancing 'round the room.
One day the machine got broken. The darn thing wouldn't go. So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside To see what made it so. His wife, she had a nightmare And walking in her sleep, She gave the crank a heck of a yank And Johnny Verbeck was meat.
@MamaM: That story/song reminded me of a story promulgated by a student newspaper in Madison ca. 1971-72. An alternative paper called "Takeover" published a a wholly libelous story that an Oscar Mayer plant worker had been murdered and his remains disposed of in a sausage making machine. I can't seem to find any reference on the WWW, and I'm going purely by memory here.
As I have mentioned here before (PAY ATTENTION PEOPLE!), back when I had a job I used to buy and wear expensive silk ties. Had some nice Missonis that I picked up in Italy.
Sadly, those days are gone. Sad because that seems, in retrospect, to have been a frivolous use of my money.
However, I am glad that I checked myself prior to purchasing a Brioni suit - I was going to do that, but then realized that at most I might wear it to a funeral. One that I would not remember. Running a chainsaw in a suit that nice would just be wrong.
As for that picture, that looks more like my family reunion than anything else.
And I won't go into details, other than to say I am proud of my sister and her husband and thankful for their service to our nation. I would appreciate any prayers any of you are willing to offer for her safe return from a dangerous place.
To say more would put me squarely in the Inga Zone. Lord knows I could not afford the meds required to enter or exit such a strange land.
As you were, carry on, time to go annoy the neighbors with power tool noise.
Running a chainsaw in a suit that nice would just be wrong.
If you start doing stuff like this, the neighbors will think you're eccentric and leave you alone. Doesn't have to be an expensive one. Something from Goodwill should do the trick. Maybe raking leaves in a girdle and heels, if the chainsaw/suit trick doesn't work?
I smile - and laugh, too. Troop always does that to me. He's got the knack. The man can walk right into a racial situation, go for the jugular, and make it work.
Try cutting other people the same amount of slack you cut Trooper, instead of immediately flying off the handle with bullshit insults when people are trying to have an honest dialog with you.
And Christie has no shot at winning. No democrat will vote for him when they have a real dem to vote for, and pretty much every republican I know--not "cons"--just regular republicans--are beginning to despise him. Not just 'dislike' him--but despise him.
Also, there's a huge difference between saying someone will do everything he can to keep Christie from the nomination and sucking it up and trying to get the republican elected.
And btw, Crack: I hope you recover from your back issues quickly. I'd make a couple of suggestions that have helped me tremendously--but I know you wouldn't take them and would probably make a point of mocking them, so there's no real point.
I don't know you, so back the fuck off. I've never cut Troop slack in my life - he doesn't need any. He knows how to approach people. You hit me with that "what about white people?" bullshit without a clue of the point I've been making about race shit. Ask around:
I've been telling everybody to shut up about it for years - not that it did any good.
Now I join the chorus and you want to get in my face? Who the fuck do you think you are?
As far as my back is concerned - thanks. I'm actually on my feet today for the first time in 6 weeks, so it's a banner day.
And no, I don't mock everything, but you've got to come correct for me to respect you:
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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Can't be Crack--he's smiling.
"Psst, Cracka."
"What, Crack?"
"When you gonna put less starch in yo collah?
"Soon's you quit hangin' on my neck."
Reminds me of Carson's old song and dance routine from "Downton Abbey"
The shame!
I don't picture Sixty wearing a tie.
I don't picture Sixty wearing a tie.
David Carradine style? In Bangkok?
Think again, paisano.
Cody, they are both smiling...and together.
Around that grit, the little guy better watch where he puts his little wooden hand or he'll be pulling back a stump and sawdust.
Brings to mind the end result of Johnny Verbeck's machine--a tribute to Boyscouts of all tribes and nations.
There was a jolly Dutchman,
His name was Johnny Verbeck.
He made the finest sausages
And sauerkraut and speck.
He made the finest sausages
The world has ever seen,
Till one day he invented
A sausage makin' machine.
Chorus:
Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck
How could you be so mean.
I told you you'd be sorry for
Inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs
Will never more be seen.
They'll all be ground to sausages
In Johnny Verbecks' machine.
One day a boy came walking,
He walked right in the store.
He bought a pound of sausages
And laid them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle,
He whistled up a tune.
And all the little sausages
Went dancing 'round the room.
One day the machine got broken.
The darn thing wouldn't go.
So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside
To see what made it so.
His wife, she had a nightmare
And walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank a heck of a yank
And Johnny Verbeck was meat.
@MamaM: That story/song reminded me of a story promulgated by a student newspaper in Madison ca. 1971-72. An alternative paper called "Takeover" published a a wholly libelous story that an Oscar Mayer plant worker had been murdered and his remains disposed of in a sausage making machine. I can't seem to find any reference on the WWW, and I'm going purely by memory here.
As I have mentioned here before (PAY ATTENTION PEOPLE!), back when I had a job I used to buy and wear expensive silk ties. Had some nice Missonis that I picked up in Italy.
Sadly, those days are gone. Sad because that seems, in retrospect, to have been a frivolous use of my money.
However, I am glad that I checked myself prior to purchasing a Brioni suit - I was going to do that, but then realized that at most I might wear it to a funeral. One that I would not remember. Running a chainsaw in a suit that nice would just be wrong.
As for that picture, that looks more like my family reunion than anything else.
And I won't go into details, other than to say I am proud of my sister and her husband and thankful for their service to our nation. I would appreciate any prayers any of you are willing to offer for her safe return from a dangerous place.
To say more would put me squarely in the Inga Zone. Lord knows I could not afford the meds required to enter or exit such a strange land.
As you were, carry on, time to go annoy the neighbors with power tool noise.
Running a chainsaw in a suit that nice would just be wrong.
If you start doing stuff like this, the neighbors will think you're eccentric and leave you alone. Doesn't have to be an expensive one. Something from Goodwill should do the trick. Maybe raking leaves in a girdle and heels, if the chainsaw/suit trick doesn't work?
Sixty, Just said a prayer.
Thanks Nick - she is my half sister and much younger than I, but she and her husband are both willing to put their lives on the line for our nation.
I hope her tour ends without any drama.
I thought the point of having relatives who served was the drama.
Maybe it's a good thing la lupa doesn't show up here any more.
Cody Jarrett said...
Can't be Crack--he's smiling.
How can you tell?
How can you tell?
I can see the dummy's teeth.
I smile - and laugh, too. Troop always does that to me. He's got the knack. The man can walk right into a racial situation, go for the jugular, and make it work.
The rest of you should take notes,...
Try cutting other people the same amount of slack you cut Trooper, instead of immediately flying off the handle with bullshit insults when people are trying to have an honest dialog with you.
And Christie has no shot at winning. No democrat will vote for him when they have a real dem to vote for, and pretty much every republican I know--not "cons"--just regular republicans--are beginning to despise him. Not just 'dislike' him--but despise him.
Also, there's a huge difference between saying someone will do everything he can to keep Christie from the nomination and sucking it up and trying to get the republican elected.
And btw, Crack: I hope you recover from your back issues quickly. I'd make a couple of suggestions that have helped me tremendously--but I know you wouldn't take them and would probably make a point of mocking them, so there's no real point.
But I do hope you're feeling better soon.
I'll take back advice.
Also, if I've given bad advice, I'll take back advice, meaning something completely different.
Cody,
I don't know you, so back the fuck off. I've never cut Troop slack in my life - he doesn't need any. He knows how to approach people. You hit me with that "what about white people?" bullshit without a clue of the point I've been making about race shit. Ask around:
I've been telling everybody to shut up about it for years - not that it did any good.
Now I join the chorus and you want to get in my face? Who the fuck do you think you are?
As far as my back is concerned - thanks. I'm actually on my feet today for the first time in 6 weeks, so it's a banner day.
And no, I don't mock everything, but you've got to come correct for me to respect you:
That shit's earned where I come from.
Still, I included you in a post, to show no hard feelings.
Don't fuck it up,...
What tiff?
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