Well, yes, but climbing the Ganges is also far more dangerous than most wisdom seekers realize, especially right around Machu Picchu.
I don’t know what’s so dangerous about such Andes as Mame (played by Rosalind Russell on stage and screen) and Em (portrayed by Clara Blandick in The Wizard of Oz).
Oh, I don’t know; my old man used to tell me that anything in aunties can be verrrry dangerous for a man…
I imagine it can be dangerous if you lived in an area where almost all abodes were mere shacks and panties.
It would indeed be hard to live in shanties – you’d drown in all that beer mixed with cider, lemonade, or other non-alcoholic beverages.
You’d probably choke if you tried to drink a pecan shandy. You need to chew those guys first.
Are you advocating cannibalism? Because while the elaborate clothes and affected mannerisms of 18th century sandies were just as douchebaggy as soul patches and skinny jeans are today, I wouldn’t say they deserved to be gnawed on, for heaven’s sake…
What’s so douchebaggy about such Dandies as boxing trainer Angelo and pugilist Johnny? The fact they changed their names from Angelo Mirena and Giuseppe Curreri, respectively?
I won’t comment specifically about those two, but because the Dundees were organized gangs of professional assassins who traveled in groups across India for several hundred years, I think the term “douchebag” is the least bad thing you can say.
Did Indians of the time use those? I thought they mostly traveled in palaquins and litters, or rode, if they were upper-class, and walked if they weren’t. Although I expect that as the Raj wore on, wealthy Indians would copy Western modes of transport, like carriages, landaus, and** thuggees**.
I don’t think buggies, also known as parakeets, would be a very wise form of transport. They’re rather small.
I’ve seen some very large budgies, bigger than me although not as heavy, but they’re not so much a form of transport as a means of arresting your descent from a high place. I’ve not tried it myself as I can think of safer thrills than bouncing on the end of a rubber cord!
I know Al Bungee scored 4 touchdowns in one game for Polk High, but I don’t think he had a rubber cord with him at the time.
Really, all these ideas being Bundy’ed about are making my head spin!
Maybe your head is spinning because you’re making bandied peaches, figs, and cherries for Christmas, and drinking the “leftover” distilled spirits so they “don’t go to waste”.
Again with the unwarranted assumptions about occupations! However much they might have imbibed at home,** brandy **dancers had to stay sober at work - being impaired while working around railroad cars is a good way to lose a limb.
If you have to stay sober, I guess you look for other diversions - like a nice bag of gandy to tickle the tastebuds at the end of a long day’s work. Yum!
A bad of candy sounds interesting. I’m going to open up my bag of candy and be honest and straightforward in my attitude and speech towards you.
I’d much rather open a bag of candy than my gym bag, redolent as it is with the aroma of sweaty underwear and candid socks.
I don’t know if I’d be willing to pay rancid to have my old socks returned; provided anyone was silly enough to kidnap them.