I HAVE SOME BOOGS IN MY NOSTRILS THAT I HAVE TO LITERALLY TEAR OUT-THEY ARE LIKE PLASTERED IN THERE. I JAM MY PINKY WAY UP THERE AND WHEN IT CUMS OUT IT IS COVERED WITH BLOODY BOOG.
IT IS JUST LIKE THE WHITE HOUSE WE HAVE A BOOGER STUCK THERE AND WE CAN'T GET HIM OUT!!!!!!!!!
MY HUSBAND THOUGHT THE WORD "SLEDGE" WAS SOMETHING SANTA RODE ON-HE THOUGHT SLEIGH AND SLEDGE WERE THE SAME WORD.
WHEN I RIP THE BOOGERS OUT MY NOSE BLEEDS BUT IT IS SO FREEING.
BOOGS.
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'Tis the season for a Sleigh Ride.
I really like the counterpoint duet in that one.
BUT IT IS SO FREEING.
The Ring-ting, Ting-a-ling, Ting-ting, Ting-a-ling Feeling that accompanies a poke in the nose.
Did you notice how the youtube artist slips in a shocker at the 1 m 12s mark?
Reminded me of an artist friend of mine who drew a piece I own called "Six Restaurants, One Burning"
How to get the booger called Obama out
Will take nothing less than economic rout,
For now we know the public cow won't sneeze
That hard until half starved it's brought down to its knees.
Cheered that Steve and Eydie are still around and together. Per Wiki, she retired a few years ago for health reasons while he sings on, alone.
I went to the animal fair,
the birds and beasts were there,
the big baboon by the light of the moon, combed down his auburn hair.
The monkey he got drunk,
he climbed the elephant's trunk,
the elephant sneezed and fell on his knees, and that was the end of the monk, monk, monk!
Go for the kill, Obama, you magnificent booger
And kick old Bessie to her knees;
Long after your shadow has passed
Those who love her will lead her back to green fields.
Titus is a shameless capitalist.
Did you notice how the youtube artist slips in a shocker at the 1 m 12s mark?
Ok, I endured another round of ting a lings to look for the shocker, only to discover the lantern in the shed had been kicked instead of Bessie.
Or maybe the kicked cow kicked the lantern. Either way, fire and destruction.
Mrs. O’Leary swore she was in bed when the fire started, but her testimony didn’t change people’s opinions. She'd made too many statements earlier - when she told her neighbors it was an accident. At least ... that’s what her neighbors remembered.
At least she didn't blame the video maker.
Ok, I endured another round of ting a lings to look for the shocker, only to discover the lantern in the shed had been kicked instead of Bessie.
So you didn't see the huge warehouse ablaze and getting hosed down? My timing must be off.
I LOVE MAMAM AND CHICKLIT AND ALL YOUSE GUYS.
AND I LOVE TITS, BUT NOT TOO LARGE TITS, JUST REGULAR SIZE TITS....NORMAL TITS.
FREAKY SIZE TITS MAKE ME FEEL UNEASY. I ENJOY THEM HANGING NATURALLY. IF THEY ARE TOO ERECT THEY MAKE ME NERVOUS. PERSONALLY, I BELIEVE THEY SHOULD SAG AND NOT BE PROPPED UP BY A BRA. I DETESTE BRAS.
TITS.
I WANT TO CUP AND HOLD THE NATURAL TIT IN THE PALM OF MY HAND.
I WANT TO INSPECT IT AND SEE THE HARD WORK IT HAS ATTAINED THROUGH THE YEARS OF STRUGGLE AND HARDSHIP, VEINS, STRETCH MARKS AND ALL.
I JUST WANT TO APPRECIATE THE HARD WON STRUGGLES OF THE RAW TIT.
I DON'T WANT IT PUMPED UP WITH SILICONE-THAT DOESN'T GET ME WORKED UP, THAT IS TOO PLASTIC.
DO YOU GET ME?
So you didn't see the huge warehouse ablaze and getting hosed down?
Did you miss Bessie and friend at the 1 m 09s mark? Complete with an guy buzzing about the muck like ricpic on a green tractor, waiting to lead them back to green pastures?
That photo at 1 m 09 s reminded me more of AllenS.
An econonomist called me loquacious today-should I be paranoid?
An econonomist called me loquacious today-should I be paranoid?
If he mentioned it at lunch, you're okay. If he mentioned it in the restroom, you might want to reconsider some of your social skills.
Not that I should be doling out advice on social skills.
Not that I should be doling out advice on social skills.
Safer to stay with the animal magnetism. If it's strong enough to draw elk, who knows what's next?
The Windbag Technique
Common sense, and numerous signs, tell you to not approach wildlife. They approached me.
He referred to it by the fact I finished my interview 15 minutes early with a candidate.
You see I was supposed to have 45 minutes, but only needed 30, and he was after me on the schedule so I like told him I was a done with my interview so if he could meet her now that would be great. He then said that was loquacious of me and I said I beg your pardon, I never promised you A Rose Garden Mister Sister PHD/Economist with a fancy pantsy Degree and GPA.
What do you think of that?
They are all about transcripts and Ivy here. If you got a B in Math or Econ forget it-you are non existent, like person non grata, like invisible man, like Dust In The Wind, like Gone With The Wind, like a greasy pinched loaf being flushed.
I got my hair cut next to a Harvard football player today and i wanted to do him-he was from the upper peninsula of Michigan and he is a Senior and is actually trying out for the Pros-I forgot what position he played but I wanted to do him. He had a nice bode but looked way too small to play pro ball, you know man? I did start shooting the shit with him and when I left gave him a high five and said good luck dude, hope to see you on the soapbox soon-he wanted to play for Detroit. I also said give em hell and bust some balls and don't take any shit=you know just some guys at the Barber Shop talking dope and smack and fucking stuff.
tits.
Swing on this! Good Boogidy-Boog, Boogidy-boog!
I seriously met someone today who's job title is "Certified Lactation Counselor".
No shit....man.
In case you all did not know there is an Academy of Lactation Policy and Practice.
A certified lactation counselor is just a glorified milkmaid.
Two things come to mind:
Big Booger
Rufus Is a Titman
@MamaM,
When I pulled up there, tourists were trying to feed the elk and some were trying to pose next to them to get their picture taken. I don't wish evil on them, but if someone has to get attacked by wildlife sometime this year, it should be them.
There was a couple there with Zen skills at being one with the elk. They had a couple of those chair backs that people use on bleachers. They sat in the field for over two hours, as the elk fed and wandered all around them. I wanted to cut through the field they were in to get a better angle to photgraph the elk--and started to-but didn't want to disrupt the moment for them, so I walked away.
Cataloochee is a peaceful place. When we homeschooled, we took a group of students up there and I taught a history lesson in the old schoolhouse that's there. The elk ignored us.
He referred to it by the fact I finished my interview 15 minutes early with a candidate.
Full of trivial conversation?
Maybe he meant munificent. Or was was searching for voluble, as in marked by a ready flow of speech; "he is an extremely voluble young man who engages in soliloquies not conversations"
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