First, it’s odd when you look out of your office window during a sudden rainstorm and see a pair of wild turkeys galloping through your yard. That is, it’s odd if live in an area not traditionally associated with wild turkey foot traffic. As I do.
And second, it’s odd when, having blurted out your surprise at seeing a pair of wild turkeys galloping through your yard in a sudden rainstorm, your armadillo — in a flash frenzy (and still dressed in nothing but a pair of worn plaid boxers) — knocks over the small TV tray holding a half-eaten Swanson frozen dinner on his way out the door with your shotgun, a bottle of fancy ketchup, and a fistful of condoms.
Two odd things. Indeed.
He’s back.
Sounds messy.
I love the political posts because they express things I’ve been feeling but don’t know how to express.
But, it’s posts like this one that keep me visiting three plus times per day.
Thanks for the good laugh, Jeff.
Sounds like kink to me.
There’s odd, and then there’s Army odd….
Well. No. You’ve got me beat.
At least it’s safe and responsible kink.
Two odds?
Two odds!
Weeeee’re off to eat some gizzards…
The next big catch phrase: “What Would the Armadillo do?” Try it: WWTAD
Then, when something bizarre happens, the wise will nod knowingly, and quietly say: “Ah, the armadillo.”
Don’t eat the stuffing, you’ll know where it’s been.
Eh. Alert me when you see a deer run by.
I’m jaded.
Any particular order for using those accoutrements?
There were two other turkeys way off coming from the opposite direction galloping at a different speed.
The Armadillo goes bezerker if it recognizes a word/ math problem.
Swanson’s meatballs be damned.
First time I’ve smiled all week. Well, no, but this is a carrying sort of smile, should last until Friday.
Can I get fries with that? )
Dear god, man. Do you even know how hard it is to get nose-filtered Diet Coke out of a laptop keyboard? You could warn a fellow before posting stuff like that.
good lord, he couldn’t just take the regular, every-day ketchup, could he?
Speaking of odd things…
Steal language? Why, who ever heard such a silly thing?!
“galloping ”
so it wasn’t reid and pelosi
Ketchup? Now that’s kinky….
in a flash frenzy (and still dressed in nothing but a pair of worn plaid boxers) — knocks over the small TV tray holding a half-eaten Swanson frozen dinner on his way out the door with your shotgun, a bottle of fancy ketchup, and a fistful of condoms.
It’s funny, but this is the exact same reaction I have when I see Wild Turkey, which is partly why I switched to Woodford Reserve.
I like the Wild Turkey that does not run away (except into a glass).
Odd Things?
Now THAT’S a mind picture that won’t be going away soon.
…And that’s a very good thing…;-)
The last time I remarked on seeing something out my window it was only heard by an unwell sparrow.
You would not believe how much stuff can come out of such a little tiny bird.
On the bright side, I don’t need to worry about phosphate-free detergents for, like, ever.
Rare color photos of our American Great Depression, just released by the Library of Congress, displayed at the Dailymail.co.uk of all places. Not pathetic photos, but more showing of that American inner strength we’re missing today.
(The one taken in St. Johns, Arizona is especially poignant, at least to me.)
Well, damn. Linky.
“Rare color photos of our American Great Depression,”
ww ii propaganda photos i think look at the date 194x
We were still in the Great Depression during WWII, nr. Without which, we might still be in the thing.
I was raised by my grandparents who lived through all of that. The shell shock of it all, unforgettable to them, sort of wore off on me just a bit.
“We were still in the Great Depression during WWII, nr.”
my reading of “the forgotten man” by a. shales says that fdr rescinded alot of the regs. going into ’40 knowing war was on the near horizon. fdr in ’39-’40, with wilke making in roads, started to make peace with usa biz. the start of ww ii was the end of the depression. need unemployed men: draft them.
Steal this instrument, sisters.
Woah…. God help those turkeys. Unless they are ito what the ‘dillo is bringing (or brought, by this point in time).
Lyvette du Beauvoir
W: Hey, June, where’s the Beaver?
J: Right here, Ward.
That was funny! The only non-funny thing about the turkeys and the deer are the deer ticks. Bastards!
on his way out the door with your shotgun, a bottle of fancy ketchup, and a fistful of condoms
He forgot the wood-handled feather duster.
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