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BigCityChief
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My brain hurts but the toilets fixed and the light is on,,,,plus I did absorb some culture!
I wanna know who's paying that electric bill.
A bad case of sticky kitty?
Hairy palms. Ewwwww.
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This little kitty was very, very busy!
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Hey, Rusty - no worries...
Simple advice......
If you don't like dog hair, slobbery kisses and their claws digging into you standing up to get some attention, just don't come to our house.
If you don't like dog hair, slobbery kisses and their claws digging into you standing up to get some attention, just don't come to our house.
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Amazing, after months of physical therapy, and a 1.25 hour session after an 8 hour day on the desk...my legs do not hurt. They are stiff, but not painful.
Geoff
Who is amazed..
Geoff
Who is amazed..
It helps....
It helps to be absorbed in the spectacle of the thing. I listen to the music alone but I can see what's going on in my head. Also there's a Bible phrase about "He that endures to the end..." will be blessed and I've only been disappointed a few times.
Especially in live performances, I go into kind of a nirvana and let the sounds float around and I feel like there is no place else that I'd rather be. Who needs drugs? I don't go to a performance if I can't afford good seats. I thought I was getting a deal by sitting in the cheap seats but people are so noisy and rude I can't reach my higher plane and enjoy it.
It also helps to be in a decent mood. I went to see an Oscar Wilde play in a bad frame of mind and hated every minute of it.
It helps to be absorbed in the spectacle of the thing. I listen to the music alone but I can see what's going on in my head. Also there's a Bible phrase about "He that endures to the end..." will be blessed and I've only been disappointed a few times.
Especially in live performances, I go into kind of a nirvana and let the sounds float around and I feel like there is no place else that I'd rather be. Who needs drugs? I don't go to a performance if I can't afford good seats. I thought I was getting a deal by sitting in the cheap seats but people are so noisy and rude I can't reach my higher plane and enjoy it.
It also helps to be in a decent mood. I went to see an Oscar Wilde play in a bad frame of mind and hated every minute of it.
Busy day today, ran up to Cabelas with a friend this morning and then I spent the afternoon at the range,,,so now I'm cleaning my guns! 
Did I ever say I hate cleaning guns?
But I like Coconut Macaroons!
Did I ever say I hate cleaning guns?
But I like Coconut Macaroons!
During one of my conversations today with an actual real person, this thought popped into my head: You know...you can make your point without making your point. I didn't know if this thought was profound or stupid. As you know, I like to live on the edge.
I've boppped in and out of this thread.....
I've bopped in and out of this thread since it started, but I've come to realize that this is the lounge of the lounge. They say to put stuff in the lounge that doesn't fit anywhere else. And anything that won't even fit in the lounge goes here.
I've bopped in and out of this thread since it started, but I've come to realize that this is the lounge of the lounge. They say to put stuff in the lounge that doesn't fit anywhere else. And anything that won't even fit in the lounge goes here.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, you do.
I love cleaning guns. It is soothing and therapeutic. I become reacquainted with each one. As I disassemble them, I marvel, all over again, at the engineering brilliance behind each part, asking myself, "how did someone think of this"?
After gently cleaning and/or lubeing each piece, inhaling the intoxicating aphrodisiac that is Hoppe's, I reassemble them while thinking, "wow, how fortunate am I that I get to shoot these again".
As I tuck them back in their little beds, I look upon them and muse, "soon.....soon".
I need a cold shower.
After gently cleaning and/or lubeing each piece, inhaling the intoxicating aphrodisiac that is Hoppe's, I reassemble them while thinking, "wow, how fortunate am I that I get to shoot these again".
As I tuck them back in their little beds, I look upon them and muse, "soon.....soon".
I need a cold shower.
A woman I know once asked me which was my favorite gun. I asked her which of her children was her favorite.
She never answered, she just walked away with an odd look on her face.
She never answered, she just walked away with an odd look on her face.
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