That’s just the sanity clause.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You can’t fool me. There ain’t no Sanity Claus.
I’ve a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it.
Thats just the kind of attitude we need to eliminate.
You are so right, brother. Death to the extremists!
Sure, it was fun for you. But imagine the troubles getting the squid to do that again.
Regards,
Shodan
So late in the thread and no one has mentioned the sheep?
<calling>
Oh, Hal …?
</calling?
Sheep lie.
I blame the goat.
A cowboy is riding across the prairie as night falls. Seeking a place to spend the night, he sees a fire.
An Indian, with a horse, dog and a sheep is cooking over the fire. He offers the cowboy dinner.
The cowboy, who is a skilled ventriloquist, reflects that he should offer something in return for the Indians food and offer to sleep by his fire, and decides that he will entertain him with his skill.
“May I speak to your horse?” he asks.
“You want to talk to my horse?” Okay, White guys are crazy. “Sure, go ahead”.
Cowboy: “What’s it like to be his horse?”
Horse: “It’s great! He doesn’t ride me to hard, and he combs me every night before he goes to sleep!”
The Indian is impressed.
“May I speak to your dog?”
“Sure, sure!”
Cowboy: “What is it like to be his dog?”
Dog: “Oh, It’s great! We going hunting, and I get to eat part of what I track and he kills! He feeds me before he eats his own dinner!”
The Indian is getting off on this.
“May I speak to your sheep?”
“Sheep lie.”
“A few hundred years in a lesser Board. But in SD, 10,000 years won’t suffice.”
South Dakota?
Has the **OP **come back? Anybody seen him around anywhere? I’ve got that invoice for barrel cleaning he needs to deal with, and some lanolin for the goat. The squid just keeps changing from Tartan plaid to paisley in pastels, and back again, and won’t talk to anybody.