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The sparrow flies high, but you can’t build a dam on a beaver’s tail.
This is a bit of folk wisdom that is often forgotten as we wend our way to the cabin of our dreams.
Keep 'em coming, neuro. You have a wonderfully expressive style that is seldom off the mark.
Make that never off the mark.
Voted as: The poster you’d most like to meet.
I demand a recount.
Congrats NTG!!
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
sweeten the pot a bit mister artic snow cat swum the dreadlocked airfreshener essentially revised to complete the internal quota of terror as authorised by the fda and the second international still one has to wonder about the depths of emotion felt by objects like fridges or congressmen or perhaps one does not but does anyway to the extent that the difference is irrelevant with regards to the existence of an all knowing fathergodbeing and the paradox of free will pragmatically assumed.
or perhaps not.
at last. somewhere i can truly feel at home. home. home. home. home. hume. hume. hume. humm. humm. humm. humm. humm. hmmm. hmmm. hmmm. hmmm. ommm. ommm. ommm. ommm. fish. catcatcatcatcatcatcat 4.
Still later, Gerald did a terrible thing to Elsie with a saucepan.
Internet performance art. Or not.
The odds that the bread will fall butter side down are directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.
From various sources:
But where were the Spiders?
Relive the webbing, NTG. The hairy videos are saying, “Pleeb.” Bench the many catfish, and be a rejoicing salmon! Your feverish undies scream relentlessly.
Oh, and congratulations. Welcome to the club.
Now with 1000 posts of pure wisdom!
(or something)
1st meditator: “Ommm…ommmmm…”
2nd meditator: “What’s the matter? Forget your mantra?”